Александр Городницкий - Цыганочка палача Фрола
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On the table of my teas,
Babliks-bagels,
Everything for the house, for the family,
Even for a party -
There is a sweet wine,
Both cognac and vodka ...
And look at the window -
On the window is the grille.

I will come to a familiar house
I’ll divert it in the house.
I am the owners for wine
I am treating the conversation.
The yard is already dark
The stars shine clearly ...
And look at the window -
On the window is the grille.

Little use from apartments,
And the weather is angry.
Better I go to the tavern
Society wishing.
Gypsies sing there in a way,
Tambourine and tank ...
And you look back -
On the window is the grille.

And wherever I come,
I don’t know everything -
Either in a cage I sit
Is the world surrounding?
Who for me, for example,
Will explain the story?
Each house in its own manner -
And the lattice is the same.