Александр Галич - Фантазии на русские темы для тенора и баритона
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Tenor:
Korolevich, and only
In the bag beer and "bitch",
The Trusa bird was steamed,
He sat a snack on the irradiation.
And - Aida! And trawl
All white-white around
In the timber industry, on the channel
A dear friend is waiting for me -

He is not a gypsy, not Tatar or Jew!
He is my hope, Kamarinsky man ,,
He is a consolation for my insult,
Before him is a bottle with "mountain ash"!

He is sitting, the Winzo is encroaching
Does anyone go, listening.

Either foot, or equestrian,
Either the "Volga" urban,
And the man is sitting legal,
Looks at the dusk Unsokonny,
He drinks wine and is waiting for me
Wait, wait, wait, burn,
don't be upset!

Baritone:
So, so ... in the Urals
In the predawn theme,
We are still at the station
Stunned a blizzard

And the aliens stood
Barakhlishko unloaded,
Fists and deprivation -
The very first call!
So, so ... in the Urals
Cold is not a trifle
Cities died out
Like one - under the run!
Gently fingers on the throat
Winter was reduced to them
But the villages are not Merli
And they went crazy!
So, so ... in the Urals
Nothing a doctor:
They took all those who were not dead -
And to the taiga, to the camps!
"Quarter" in the cold,
Under protection, in lice!
And now in the timber industry
I myself am in the watchmen.
There is no paradise saved
Though dead, but
Here is the shnryu on the villages
Behind Hurdoya Murda.
Like a thief by law -
Enhanced merchant -
Where I will get the icon
Where is the carved supplier!

And Moscow will run into a bastard -
I open them, sitting, gates -
Come in, cute guests, complain ...

Tenoko:
The car is gloriously buzzing
The path-road in two rows,
The blizzard was wearing snow,
Let's get it - it doesn’t matter!
We will pack on the laundry
Sold up the tra-t-tu!
Accept the guests of funny
Open them the gate.

You, my dear, are hoping from hope!
You will pass the whole universe - you won’t find it!
The most genuine, plot,
Not nosed, not ugly,

And that the teeth are cleaned up - Tyu -u,
So, right, he broke off a boat about Kuta!
Do not be shy, it was, surpassed
Throw a boot under the shop,
Right with the heat, right with the heat,
Put a "bitch" and beer on the table,
The stove with Luchina Sick!
You burn, burn, burn, say
Turn around! ..

Baritone:
Well ... for this, for the brave,
For peace in the soul.
Guest with a driver in the first,
I'm the second already

The sweet of the Baltic.
Sweeter no longer!
"Nikolai Mirliki"
Swell to the bag.
Well ... giggle, bastards,
What found a fool!
Having overlap the sebaceous patles,
The guest started Ermak.
Sing, fringing, it’s not a pity
I myself will support
I am like a hut
I will pure, I will mow it.
Well - drank, ate,
I will bed
The guest is turning barely
Tongue in hops,
And goggles like Kochet,
At least take the saints,
And he wants to talk
About the salvation of Rus'.
I would not have a conversation with you
I would be on the horns!
I would have teeth, no!
Do you know the word "Tsynga"?
Vertukhaevo seed!
Do not tease - I will sin!
You shut up about salvation
Sleep, I am a lamp!
And the next morning I will wake the guests
I, hanging them, spend them to the garage ...
Come in, the guests are lovely, visit ...