BL.53
BL.53 YaV 1940 I42I23 bl 
Yakov Vajskopf, "Blatnaya lira"; 
Ierusalim, 1981

Oh, kakoj ya byl durak, --
Kupil vorovannyj pidzhak
I shkary, i shkary, i shkary.
  Vot zahozhu ya v magazin,
  Ko mne podhodit grazhdanin, --
  Lyagavyj, lyagavyj, lyagavyj.
On govorit: -- Tvoyu-to mat',
Popalsya snova ty opyat',
Po-novoj, po-novoj, po-novoj.
  I, vot, sizhu teper' v tyur'me,
  Ne svetit dazhe solnce mne,
  Na narah, na narah, na narah.
A na svobode fraera
Gulyayut nochi do utra,
I shmary, i shmary, i shmary.
  Vdrug urki vse krichat: -- Ura!
  Prishla nezhdannaya pora, --
  Svoboda, svoboda, svoboda!
Osvobodilsya v ch\em dusha
I deneg netu ni grosha
V karmane, v karmane, v karmane.
  Ya sejchas pojdu tuda
  Gde mnogo zhenwin i vina,
  I shmary, i shmary, i shmary.
Kak byvalo v starinu
Po gorodam i na banu --
Bazary, bazary, bazary.
  Konec romansu moemu, --
  Po-novoj edu ya v tyur'mu,
  Na nary, na nary, na nary.
Poezd ves' nabit bitkom,
A ya, kak kurva s kotelkom,
Po shpalam, po shpalam, po shpalam.
  I vot opyat' peredo mnoj
  Vsyu noch' mayachit chasovoj
  S naganom, s naganom, s naganom.
Sizhu na narah, her drochu,
Sam nad soboyu hohochu, --
Koshmary, koshmary, koshmary.




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