Владимир Высоцкий - Случай на таможне
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On sher-
Metyevo
In November
third -
Meteo conditions are not those -
I stand alarmed,
Pale, but well maintained
On the customs inspection in the tail.

Standing first - so as not to run away:
I downloaded the alcohol licked, -
And ahead of the shleonali Uruguayan,
Who spent smuggling.

Cross on the chest in thick wool, -
The crowd as a chorus is flashing:
Behind your feet must be shaking, -
You look - it is zinking!

And exactly: below the abdomen -
Funny, yes not to laughter -
Two cast crosses hung
Fifteenth century.

Oh, how he
Installation:
Where the law is
No, they say!
I can, they say, be late for the flight! ..
But crucified Christ
In half the fifth
Not allowed in Buenos Aires.

We are still wiser from year to year -
Clawing us now need, -
They are the wealth of our people
Although - the relic of the old days.

And before, we are in all the edges -
And it is not necessary -
Given faces, lives, -
In the salary, without salary ...

From dusty boxes
Badly, tired, -
The old art from us
Happened and - swung.

Doctor tooth
Svolel
At least a tear
Mr. Lil,
But the customs officer took out of the hollow,
Slightly going to the shovel -
Marble Statue -
Single, only without oars.

Coming the overseas barygua,
Which suspiciously arrived, -
And immediately found a fig in his pocket,
And in the fig - instead of a bone - triptych.

Why do you need a fold, passenger? -
Be bought for a treshka
In the birch Russian souvenir -
Harmony or Matryoshka!

Mir friendship! Stop shooting!-
Popper it is like a cashier,
Goat - bayan, ass - harmony,
Icon - Papuas!

Hard
With starvation
Smuggling
Distas!
This statue was deprived -
Small with horseshoe, -
Got a teeth with a hole,
Sloved - and went to Washington.

How good it became aleaching, -
Customs is looking for valuable capital -
So that the golden of the Himba did not fall,
So that the nails from the crucifier do not disappear!

Drag - who is iconostasis,
Who is a cross, who is an icon - -
So faith in gentlemen from us
Call slowly.

And on the trips to far -
Forever, irrevocable -
Ratings go easy,
The prophets are reluctant.

River Lew
Sweat!
I'm all here,
here I am -
Weak for customs interest -
True, near the ankolot
Blue crossed eggs, -
But I will say that this is a red cross.

One Mullah Thriptych Pressed in Books -
Yes, smuggling is a craft!
I squeezed my fingers in the pocket in the form of figs -
Just in case - to carry.

Arabs today - well, well! -
Europe has been published, -
We are in a sixdest war
They were very supported.

They go to us for no reason -
Think about it! -
Call our Christ
To meet with Magomet.

... I'm shown
here is still
Here is mine
The brainchild -
All my business, and relatives!
Liki - how to comrades -
Watch understanding
With blackened boards on me.

Now, as in the detox khanga,
We will divide - shame and stam - with all saints, -
Will find fog in the brain, in the pocket of the fig,
Cross on the leg - and clicked the witnesses!

I cried scratched, klya
Fate, herself - all together, -
But here I came for me
Responsible for the group.

He said quietly, business -
This is not aware of this:
They say you don't touch him
Like, besides vodka - nothing, -
Verified comrade!