Ne za granitsu,
ne v Rim, ne v Nitstsu
Nash uezzhaet eshelon,
Ohrane strogoy
ploho spitsya,
I chut kachaetsya vagon.
Trava v karmane,
pismo dlya Tani,
Nyiknu zatochku,
kak fakir,
Ne v Sochi zhit,
a v Magadane,
Glushit ne vodku,
a chifir.
Moy nomer dvesti
sorok pyat,
Na telogreechke
pechat,
A ranshe zhil ya
na Taganke,
Uchil bosotu
vorovat.
Moy nomer dvesti
sorok pyat,
A ya domoy hochu opyat,
I chasto snitsya
za kolyuchkoy
Mne moya myagkaya krovat.
Donetskiy Yura
krichal mne: "Shura,
Grustit ne nuzhno
bez nuzhdyi".
Iz hleba vyilepili
duru
Pugat salagu iz vohryi.
Prostite, damyi
manto iz lamyi,
Ya vas pokinu na pyat let,
Na fleytah ispolnyayte
gammyi,
I navodite marafet.
Moy nomer dvesti
sorok pyat,
Na telogreechke
pechat,
A ranshe zhil ya
na Taganke,
Uchil bosotu
vorovat.
Moy nomer dvesti
sorok pyat,
A ya domoy hochu opyat,
I chasto snitsya
za kolyuchkoy
Mne moya myagkaya krovat.
Stuchat kolyosa,
i net voprosa:
"Kuda uehal eshelon?"
Zhal, otsyireli
papirosyi,
I chut kachaetsya vagon.
Moy nomer dvesti
sorok pyat,
Na telogreechke
pechat,
A ranshe zhil ya
na Taganke,
Uchil bosotu
vorovat.
Moy nomer dvesti
sorok pyat,
A ya domoy hochu opyat,
I chasto snitsya
za kolyuchkoy
Mne moya myagkaya krovat.
Mne moya myagkaya krovat.
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