Борис Борисов - Как яблочко румян
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Like an apple, blush,
Dressed very carelessly,
Not that very drunk -
And cheerful is endlessly.
There is money - it will buy;
There is no money - it will cost
Yes, how else laughs!
“Come on them! ..” says
“Come on them! ..” says
“Here,” he says, “fun!”
Her, I will die ...
Her, I will die ...
Her, I will die of laughter! "

Staggering at night
Yes, spending on girls,
He seems to be to debts
I got used to the diapers.
The police are threatening
He wants to hide in jail -
And he laughs everything ...
“Come on them! ..” says
“Come on them! ..” says
“Here,” he says, “fun!”
Her, I will die ...
Her, I will die ...
Her, I will die of laughter! "

I hid in the attic,
Between heaven and earth;
Whistles in his fist
Yes, it is in the winter.
He will not upset him
That the rain flows through the roof:
It will get drunk, shakes ...
“Come on them! ..” says
“Come on them! ..” says
“Here,” he says, “fun!”
Her, I will die ...
Her, I will die ...
Her, I will die of laughter! "

The young wife
Rich outfits;
They are fixed on them
Ambiguous views.
The sneak does not spare,
From the gossip there is no end ...
And he - waved his hand ...
“Come on them! ..” says
“Come on them! ..” says
“Here,” he says, “fun!”
Her, I will die ...
Her, I will die ...
I will die of laughter! "

I was about to die
Paralysis broken;
On a dilapidated bed
Pop is suitable
And the poor promises
Devils and hell pitch ...
And he, many sinful,
“Come on them! ..” says
“Come on them! ..” says
“Here,” he says, “fun!”
Her, I will die ...
Her, I will die ...
Her, I will die of laughter! "