Текст песни Олександр Смотрич - Семен Залупа

Semen Zapupa (folk poem)
(Folk poem in the style of "Aeneid" and "Luke Mudyshchev" was written probably in 1960-70)

It happened recently,
what I want to tell:
as two familiar young women,
pretty, stately, white-faced,
to death fought for the clown.

It was in the town of Pizlogubtsi,
lying around the pond.
in the Mezhynizhiv district,
on the Kolodupivsky border,
in the town of Kolosrakivska.

It will be so as not to lie,
years, or, of thirty-three:
we decided to approve the law,
to lay his own baidel,
to have their own whores.

The law, in general, is not bad,
it provided as follows:
and honor their wives,
and play strictly every Sunday,
and on weekdays he goes to the mess.

And they immediately took advantage of that
wealthier city gentlemen,
that only learned about the law,
then the house is no longer ... only
and everyone went to whores.

But women are not beaten in the head either
(they were a little offended by that law)
did not want to be respected,
and secretly began to eat,
and, however, only on a condom.

Every face of the figure
from the Parisian fashion magazine
and quickly and well learned -
and screwed the city in the ass
Dupomahatelny plant.

Such a famous thing was happening in us
in that quiet time of peace,
there was no way to wrap,
no way to repeal the law,
so fate punished us.

Yes, I'm sorry, good people,
what's wrong with my story -
in old age he spoke,
deviated slightly from the topic,
and I'll start at a good time.

In our city from the bazaar,
chased with two straight,
in magnificent houses, as chambers,
in a wonderful twenty-two rooms,
a wealthy living merchant.

And what estates, possessions and glory,
when he became old,
long left the girls to play,
had a rod just to pull,
and plugged his ass with a cork.

The merchant drove everything on business,
and rarely spent the night at home,
and that was not playful at all,
then a woman as a gift for a snoring dream
"Heaven" sometimes licked.

It was a woman of the new year,
and the age of thirty-three,
was once as dazzling to the eye,
how to suck a tit inadvertently,
then even in the eggs pinch.

And the sand was like a doe,
among good and well,
so the ass kicked screaming,
what is inherent in our women,
and what about the vagina!

It was covered with hairs,
soft that fluff,
and juicy and deep,
already dripping sweet flour,
like butter on donuts.

And why should she have the beauty of
when, living in abundance,
misses the poor and wastes,
and only then will he have fun,
as a member dreams at night.

This is how fate plays with people:
some die of fright,
and others have that disease,
who suffer the torments of dislike,
and they swear by their hand.

Here is our young lady,
no matter how good it is,
and for ten years she did not love,
and out of displeasure she jumped up -
such, as has been said, is destiny.

She also had a neighbor,
who lived outside her yard,
and also good and beautiful,
and already overly playful,
for a member would give his soul.

She also hasn't fallen in love for a long time,
and once confessed to me
that her friend Gabriel
half-bar and beaten egg
Muscovite bullet at war.

Sometimes, in the evening come together,
dream of fucking, shaking,
cheap wine will be drunk,
tears of despair will flood,
waiting for everyone.

And they could not bear it,
as they went from house to house,
already, going to bed at night,
tallow coarse took a candle
and pushed so alone.

And capricious fate-mother
not everything, as the stepmother happened,
sometimes smiles kindly
then again asshole instruct us,
so that life is not boring.

One day the merchant's wife
looked out of the buildings into the window
on sparrows who made love,
and then rushed passionately,
on freshly shitty shit.

There was nothing more to look at,
and already, it was, going to sleep,
how - gulk! - saw the boy,
that, leaning his side against the mud,
gathered apparently fasting.

Looking in different directions,
pants unbuttoned,
and took out a large club,
(who and what, as they say, gives a son)
and began, waving, stit.

Fasting so