Gore moe, gore ryadom, s serdtsem v ssore,
Ya tak lyublyu i nenavizhu tebya.
Manish k sebe, manish, znayu vnov obmanesh,
No kak zhe mne zhit ne lyubya?
Radost moya, radost, bol moya i sladost,
Ya ne hochu razlada v sebe.
Bedyi moi, bedyi, hodyat brodyat sledom,
No ya brosayu vyizov sudbe.
Byila - ne byila, eh, byila - ne byila,
S golovoy v etot omut ya broshus opyat,
Byila - ne byila, zhizn, kak sazha, bela,
I mne nechego, nechego bolshe teryat.
Schaste nashe, schaste, tyi ne v nashey vlasti ,
Omut strasti, mutnaya voda.
Plachet skripka, plachet, ne mogu inache,
Udacha moya i beda.
Byila - ne byila, eh, byila - ne byila,
S golovoy v etot omut ya broshus opyat,
Byila - ne byila, zhizn, kak sazha, bela,
I mne nechego, nechego bolshe teryat.
Byila - ne byila, eh, byila - ne byila,
S golovoy v etot omut ya broshus opyat,
Byila - ne byila, zhizn, kak sazha, bela,
I mne nechego, nechego bolshe teryat. |
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