Village accordionist
Amadeus P. Katzman ,
Our driver pyanok
Zavsegda us batsat songs .
His red face,
Like a banner over the bellows,
His nifty
We revered verses.
Famous Amadeus ,
Prodigal husband milkmaids Faith
Not considered for people
Representatives of the " plywood "
Forever sung by notes ,
All neighboring girls Drolet ,
Calls his stomach : -
"Sexual calluses ."
Bully , bully,
Fair and risky ,
" Not enough for a revolver
Not the case , the district "
Amadeus sometimes screws
So that all the dogs howling .
Before leaving, always joked : -
"Sorry, that without a fight ."
All battles veteran
Dreamer unbearable
That recall Tehran
The events of Tsushima .
Where there is truth, where there lie
Rastudy in her sled .
How loved youth
Amadeevy pobaski !
Where are you, eternal joker ,
Partying on the first issue ?
You went on a smoke break ,
Who would believe that you died !
Times now are not the ones
All trade yes intrigue.
And not a word in simplicity,
And in the pockets of figs , figs !
Served all gentlemen,
And in fact ham on Hama .
Their plywood star
Lyrics words calling verses.
All was quiet in the countryside ,
All fun - beer point .
guys tipsy
Katzman zhidochka remember !
Where you really where the accordion ,
Throw all go to visit.
I , too, of the villagers ,
Silently drink at the churchyard .
Ask Petrovich stand
do heart birthday ,
you and I have to plow
three pahaniny life .
