| Consider our way, we drank a little.
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| I'm not lying, by God... Tell me, Seryoga!
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| And if vodka was not driven from sawdust,
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| What would we have from three, four, five bottles?
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| They drank the second near the counter in a corner,
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| But they were still flowers.
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| Then - in the park, where children's mushrooms,
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| Then I don't remember. |
| Got to the point.
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| I drank from the neck, from the exhaustion and did not eat,
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| But I was like glass, that is, glazed.
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| And when the carriage rolled up,
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| Then we had seven hundred on the snout!
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| True, we dragged the third one by force.
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| Well, here is a mistake, here, of course, we went too far.
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| And that the glasses of a friend were broken,
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| So they made it worse with port wine.
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| But the first comrade told us that, they say, "Calm down",
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| What - "Don't get rowdy," he says, "And disperse."
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| By the way, I immediately agreed to "disperse"
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| And he dispersed, that is, dispersed.
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| But if I scolded anyone - punish severely!
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| But that's hardly... I don't swear at all, tell me, Seryoga!
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| And what fell - so it is from clouding.
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| He yelled not from grief - from stupefaction.
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| Now let me say a few words without protocol.
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| What do we learn, so to speak, family and school?
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| That life itself will punish them severely.
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| Here we agree... Tell me, Seryoga!
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| Here he wakes up in the morning, sobers up, says:
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| "Let life judge, let life punish!"
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| And you let go - it will be easier for you.
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| Well, why mess around, since life will judge.
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| You do not look that Seryozha is nodding.
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| He thinks, he understands everything!
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| And what is mooing is he from excitement,
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| From awareness, so to speak, and enlightenment.
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| Don't lock up people! |
| Children are crying at home...
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| He's in Khimki, and I'm already out in Medvedki!
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| It doesn't matter, the buses don't run,
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| The subway is closed, taxis are not allowed.
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| Still, it's nice that they respect us here:
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| Look, Seryoga, they bring you up, look - they put you in jail!
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| Waking up in the morning is not a rooster, crowed,
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| The sergeant will lift like people...
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| We are almost accompanied with music, as we oversleep.
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| I've earned a ruble, listen, Seryoga, let's get drunk!
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| And yet, brother, our road is difficult!
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| Eh, poor fellow! |
| Go to sleep Seryoga... |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Милицейский протокол , by - Владимир Высоцкий.