Владимир Высоцкий - Ярмарка
текст песни

Hey, honest people, unharmed,
Ah you, merchants, but serving people,
Turn vividly to the city,
It’s not for nothing that they are in vain with the bell.
All rows have already been borrowed in the morning.
A lot of good and all sorts of things.
There, the sharpen circles sharpen the Ligs,
There are dashing boots-samepers.

Tadarga-Matadarga,
In the capital, a fair,
Fabulous realem,
Yes, the color is musical.

Rich and rib.
Buyers, however, you,
And even though the fair is not free,
Once a year you are all the same.
For a pier in the bins of the Zazaranochka
The tablecloth runs away - a conscript,
And who does not want to eat and drink - that is the wrong one,
Those will begin to scold the self -gathering herself.

Tadarga-Matadarga,
This is what a fair
Festive, free
Yes, drunkenly one.

Here are the hats and invisible.
Who puts them on - will become a barin.
Lollows in the mouth, like ice floes,
And the firebird is in the form of fried.
The geese-swans flew a year ago,
And now they are lying on the table, look,
Hey get off the irradiation kind people,
Yes, from a white bull, eat a jelly.

Tadarga-Matadarga,
The fair is rich in everyone.
Out of nuts are side by side
Yes, with an emerald nucleus.

The buffoons are all good here,
They jump, jump through a stick.
Buckets of buffoons,
Laughter and sin from them, all the good.
According to tradition, as a stood, swim and dragging,
They brought the king-samovar, like the King Cell.
Ambolive samovar, he is on Torphia.
Var or coffee will be welded to you.

Tadarga-Matadarga, a remote fair.
With a harsh dancers,
Yes, mostly sober.

There, Balda came, work to work.
Without work, he, acidifies, saves.
It’s like the pop - Tolokon forehead,
But the bald is a cuckoo with butter.
Worthy scales - you will bargain,
In the speed, the clock is not shoes.
Skorniks-Sapogy do not get stuck,
And for a cold and a snowstorm, it is better than bast shoes.

Targa-Matadarga, what a miracle-fair!
Rall, non -editing, and unconventional.

There, Emelyushka, the pike cries in his hand,
Pike to be ear, delicious brew.
Black Sea Kota sells in a bag,
Too a lot of the cat talked.
He spoke without a bitch and without a suction,
We all are slightly abundant with fairy tales.
Not skimping, do not stand people at a price.
Sold with a chain cat gold.

Targa-Matadarga, in the Neni Fair.
General, rampant, yes emotional.

It will laugh there with a laugh there,
Who dares and will plunge,
Yes, on a mat
He will not refuse, but will bake.
Allow you to make a note:
No air pits and swing.
Carpets did not sleep last night,
The dust was knocked out of this carpet.

Tadarga-Matadarga, a remote fair.
Targa-Matadarga, but it would be nice for a long time.

Here the river flows all milk.
The shores above her are completely jelly.
And we will in the bottom of the pile of the pile,
And we will ban it, it’s a good matter.
We have banned the river, is it bad?
On the jelly shore, the beach was buried.
But we have no sense to swim so far,
Therefore, we have a whole river.

Targa-Matadarga, not in offense the fair.
At least pour our oxen yellow.

We will set the trouble with fire with fire,
Straighten the ridges three times folded,
Honey hop to the edges pour
All bored and bored
A lot of thousands have some thousand thousand!
Even that - I don’t know what - you will find!
Kohl came to the fair, so take a walk, -
Excessive rubles!