Цыганочка

Ah, what a life in this new day!
Or , do you hear , take off your cross or put on your panties !
Or naked plyashi on korporativnikah ,
Or in a bucket in the brains vozi dashing operatives .

Or tear , yes steal - all we have enough !
Ile broadcast Osorio mischievous , in utero .
 
God is not at the mercy of lame - God has a whole lot,
Booze , scuffle , jail, Russian road
 
 Maybe when she was so beautiful even,
 Yes, all corroded , brother, tear -blind, spiritless ...
 
Cosmopolitan patriot waiting Schengen visa
A nedopohmelivshiysya people all watching TV.
 
There's glamor and grace , there's no more death ,
Who learn how to give advanced features.
 
On the " ruble " in the dark screamed something -
This poor soul escaped from the bloke .
 
He shouted: " Catch ! Zillion ladies whoever grabs !
Bitch , I'm her rot ! " - Always drinking , but crying.
 
Life creeps fists - to love life pressed .
Life goes from the groin to the dust and sings about pity.
 
 Russ- candle burns down to the board, to the ledge ,
 And under the fingernails Chinese cedar needles .
 
No oars and no board , no bridge or ford -
How many of you yearning Russian freedom!
 
We somehow Vysotsky sang about taverns yes temples -
Sorry did not have time to see this shame .
 
I Tsyganochka it hardly will forget ...
No, guys , it's not so , not so , Gad will!
 
Ah, again , yes again , but still many, many times !
Yes, even eternity , many more , many more times!
Ah, again , yes again , well, once the nail on the head!