Г. Сукачев, А. Ф. Скляр - Татуировка
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Не делили мы тебя и не ласкали,
А что любили - так это позади.
Я ношу в душе твой светлый образ, Валя,
А Лёша выколол твой образ на груди.
И в тот день, когда прощались на вокзале,
Я тебя до гроба помнить обещал,-
Я сказал: -Я не забуду в жизни Вали.
- А я тем более,- мне Лёша отвечал.
А теперь реши, кому из нас с ним хуже,
И кому трудней - попробуй разбери:
У него твой профиль выколот снаружи,
А у меня душа исколота снутри.
И когда мне так уж тошно, хоть на плаху,-
Пусть слова мои тебя не оскорбят, -
Я прошу, чтоб Лёша расстегнул рубаху,
И гляжу, гляжу часами на тебя.
Но недавно мой товарищ, друг хороший,
Он беду мою искусством поборол:
Он скопировал тебя с груди у Лёши
И на грудь мою твой профиль наколол.
Знаю я, друзей своих чернить неловко,
Но ты мне ближе и роднее оттого,
Что моя, верней, твоя татуировка
Много лучше и красивше, чем его.
We did not divide you and did not caress you
And what they loved is behind.
I wear your bright image in my soul, Valya,
And Lesha burst out your image on his chest.
And on the day when they said goodbye to the station,
I promised to remember you to the coffin,-
I said: -I will not forget in the life of Vali.
“And even more so,” Lesha answered me.
Now decide which of us is worse with him,
And who is more difficult - try to understand:
He will have your profile from the outside,
And my soul is struck by the snus.
And when I am so sick, at least on the block,-
May my words not offend you, -
I ask Lesha to unfasten the shirt,
And I look, look at you for hours.
But recently my comrade, a good friend,
He fired my art:
He copied you from Lesha's chest
And on my chest, your profile has been pricked.
I know, my friends are awkward,
But you are closer and more dear to me, because
What is mine, more faithful, your tattoo
Much better and more beautiful than him.
And what they loved is behind.
I wear your bright image in my soul, Valya,
And Lesha burst out your image on his chest.
And on the day when they said goodbye to the station,
I promised to remember you to the coffin,-
I said: -I will not forget in the life of Vali.
“And even more so,” Lesha answered me.
Now decide which of us is worse with him,
And who is more difficult - try to understand:
He will have your profile from the outside,
And my soul is struck by the snus.
And when I am so sick, at least on the block,-
May my words not offend you, -
I ask Lesha to unfasten the shirt,
And I look, look at you for hours.
But recently my comrade, a good friend,
He fired my art:
He copied you from Lesha's chest
And on my chest, your profile has been pricked.
I know, my friends are awkward,
But you are closer and more dear to me, because
What is mine, more faithful, your tattoo
Much better and more beautiful than him.