Валентин Куба и Мамины дети - Коммуналка
текст песни

What were the times
When in the apartment of communal
We lived, poverty without melting
And a better life in anticipation.
And often dreamed at night
To whom - a piece of bread with butter,
To whom - makuha in the morning
To whom - broth with chicken meat ...
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Aunt Tsilya, Aunt Sonya,
Uncle Vilya, Uncle Lenya,
Haim, Leva, Moisha and Zilya ...
I am the only one in the apartment of Russian
Oh, I was very sad,
That I was not born a Jew ...
Zyama Dad had a head,
My dad is simple - an engineer.
And even though we ate wrong
Dad seemed to me an example.
There were seven children of us
And every day a loaf of bread
Divided seven parts into even
The head of Ilyusha is for dinner.
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Many years have passed since then
And everyone went out somewhere.
A long time ago and not at home,
And empty where he once lived.
The former kindness has gone
I am madly sorry for these years ...
Never revive
My native communal apartment ...

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Aunt Tsilya, Aunt Sonya,
Uncle Vilya, Uncle Lenya,
Haim, Leva, Moisha and Zilya ...
I am the only one in the apartment of Russian
And when it happens sad,
I remember you, my friends!