Текст песни Митяй-Фатей - Картошечки пожарим

Andrew Kuchumov

We fry potatoes

Chipped over the sidewalk -
Dusty little window ,
Curtain colors of clay
And worn guitar
faintly repeated Okudzhava
interspersed with the & quot; Zeppelin & quot;

Here everything is quiet, calm,
Does not disturb the district -
So do not be afraid , come ,
just tap on the window !
All wonderful and useless ,
Do not have egg capsules ;
Who does not hoard and accumulate -
carelessly squandered ,
I kartoshechki fire.

Instead of a tablecloth - newspaper
where about glorious victories
and future problems ...
And until dawn -
zapolnochnaya conversation
brick tea , tobacco smoke .

There is no need , you understand ,
Permission for the rally.
Do not hesitate, come ,
just tap on the window !
Someone goes to the Riviera
Someone makes a career ...
Yes burn it all Gahr
though cosmic fire
And we fry potatoes ...

Over chipped sidewalk
dusty little window ,
curtain colors of clay .
And worn guitar
faintly repeated Okudzhava
interspersed with the & quot; Zeppelin & quot ;.

Come on, if you are alive,
All of us , my friends , the passengers -
And how far it ran
on the burning airship ?
Sit down , have a smoke ,
Although talk about.
And while flying in space
our earthly chipped the ball .
We fry potatoes .