@TMadam Broshkina@TPugachyova A.@[email protected]@LRUS
A ya zhivu odna,
Takie vot dela.
A vsyo odna vzyala -
I muzha uvela!
I on teper zhivyot
S etoy duroy - kroshkoyu,
Tseluet ruchki ey,
Greet nozhki ey.
Ya znayu, chto u neyo, neyo
Dusha koshkina.
A ya horoshaya,
Madam Broshkina.
Ona takaya nikakaya, nikakaya.
Nu, sho tyi v ney nashyol?
A ya takaya, blin, takaya, rastakaya,
No moy poezd ushyol.
Ne vspominaet on menya
Dva leta, dve zimyi, dve zimyi.
A vspominaet, gad, togda, kogda
Nado dat vzaymyi.
I na sho on tam zhivyot, skazhite, lyudi dobryie,
S etoy kroshkoyu?
Kupil kolechko ey,
Kupil seryozhki ey.
Ya znayu, chto u neyo, neyo
Dusha koshkina.
A ya shikarnaya.
Madam Broshkina.
Ona takaya nikakaya, nikakaya.
Nu, sho tyi v ney nashyol?
A ya takaya, blin, takaya, rastakaya,
No moy poezd ushyol.
Na chto pozarilsya?
Na serdtse s ldinkoyu,
Na kudri belyie, krashenyie,
Pod kosyinkoyu.
Vot tak byi i dala byi ey byi po bashke
Svoimi rozhkami!
Tak ya zhe dobraya,
Madam Broshkina.
Ya znayu, chto u neyo, neyo, neyo
Dusha koshkina.
A ya shikarnaya, no…
Madam Broshkina.
Ona takaya nikakaya, nikakaya.
Nu, sho on v ney nashyol?
A ya takaya, blin, takaya, rastakaya,
No moy poezd ushyol.
Ona takaya nikakaya, nikakaya.
Nu, sho on v ney nashyol?
A ya takaya, blin, takaya, rastakaya,
No moy poezd ushyol... |
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