Ва-БанкЪ и Гарик Сукачёв - За гагарой с чёрным пером
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I'll ask you - where
You will answer - don't torment
Maybe there is no one here
Maybe fairy tales are all brother

But some kind of gray-haired chukchi
I was told about her, hiding his hands in a dressing gown
He insisted on a great shaman with a boar
Something weaved about mushrooms and a lost house

Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk station
Behind Gagara with a black pen

Then we dispersed in the beer half a half
He was a little limp, warmed up his soul
Said that with me even in Tibet, at least for tanks
And then suddenly cried and began to call home
He seemed frozen, sick and tired.
We went out into the street to look for his house

Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk station
Behind Gagara with a black pen
Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk station
Behind Gagara with a black pen

This old Turkmen dangled about Gagar
Without it they say not to get out of Moscow
And then we thumped at the Kursk station
The former ZEK from Kolyma drank with us
And it so happened, they forgot about the main
I lost it, running away for wine

Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk station
Behind Gagara with a black pen
Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk station
Behind Gagara with a black pen

I will ask him - where,
He will answer - I don't know
I would have run away for a long time, everything was sore here
I'm looking for an old man, I'm wandering all the time
Between the noisy station and a boring Kremlin
This Chukchi knew everything and in our delirium drunken
I almost found my lost house

Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk station
Behind Gagara with a black pen
Somewhere between the Kremlin and the Kursk station
Behind Gagara with a black pen
With a black pen ...