| I can't feel my feet under me -
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| And the earth is shaking...
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| For the third month I scourge
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| Since it was written off clean
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| From a whaler-ship.
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| Well, since I'm scourging,
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| Non-partisan, not a Jew, -
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| I sleep on the stairs
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| Where is the heat from the batteries.
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| That's life! |
| Live and bask -
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| Fuck you, bullet and noose!
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| I drink, it happens, at least fill up:
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| Koresh come from the flight -
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| And they walk "from the ruble"!
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| The ruble is not money, the ruble is a piece of paper,
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| Saving is a grave sin.
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| Ah, my soul vest -
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| Forty stripes, seven holes!
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| But the Lord sent good luck -
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| He earned a candle! |
| -
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| Seeing how bitterly crying,
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| He said: “Go ahead on Vacha!
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| Hurry while the season!
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| What is this Vacha
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| I found out from the scourge, -
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| He went to Vacha crying -
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| Came back laughing.
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| Vacha is a shallow river
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| In the depths of Siberian ores,
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| Vacha is a house with a bed,
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| They are trying to artel, -
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| Take a lot of gold!
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| Like a recruited donkey -
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| I don’t pry, I don’t “stick around” ...
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| I took a ticket - I'm flying to Vacha,
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| I'll fly - I'll have a good time!
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| There is no richer gold -
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| People know, they know better!
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| In general, one way or another,
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| I made money on Vache
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| One hundred and seventeen workdays.
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| Counted, selected, -
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| For food, back and forth, -
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| But four thousand gave
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| Under the calculation - that's it!
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| I stuffed them into my pockets,
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| Where even the ruble did not spend the night,
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| And went to the heat of the country,
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| Where are the cafes and restaurants?
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| Forget how you scourged.
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| I'll drink - there is such a cup! |
| -
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| For the scourge's adviser:
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| I went to Vacha crying -
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| I'm back laughing!
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| ... A guide on the eve of a booze
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| Twisted on the navel,
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| So are the waitresses
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| And at the first stop
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| A woman sat in a compartment.
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| Maybe she is like a nag to you,
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| It's so easy for me just right!
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| I went to Vacha crying -
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| I'm back having fun!
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| So and so, yes, trawl, wali, -
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| How did you find out about the ruble...
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| Word by word, Vali
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| Hundreds scurried around the table -
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| We got off together with Valya.
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| Bad luck came with her, -
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| I'll heal this too!
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| I went to Vacha crying,
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| I'm coming back - I want to! ..
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| Six days - as it slipped through -
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| The sea - here it is - stands.
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| What I had - floated away -
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| The conductor turns up the snout
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| And he doesn't run for vodka.
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| I spend the last ruble in Sochi -
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| I sent a telegram:
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| Send money - I'll work it out,
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| I laughed at them all.
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| Where are you, where are you, loose, -
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| Even swear, even scream!
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| I am yours again, dear ones,
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| Magadan, relatives,
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| Unforgettable beats!
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| Chacha is carried past the nose,
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| Past the company - cherry plum ...
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| I'm going to Vacha, crying,
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| I want to laugh at myself! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Про речку Вачу , by - Владимир Высоцкий. Song from the album Владимир Высоцкий в записях Михаила Шемякина. Часть 3, in the genre Русская авторская песня