Текст песни А.Башлачёв - Верка, Надька, Любка

When two plus two was only four ,
I lived in a small communal apartment .
He worked with a pot , and a nightlight me the light
But I was a fool and the light did not pay.

I nibbled the same book with seagulls instead of drying ,
Dreamed to shoot at all of the Tsar Cannon ,
Broke his head as a pillow.
Oh, tops - roots ! From the pot to the top
Ordinary fool crusade .
- Your move - from the swamps frog clicker .
I backed away backwards, like cancer.

I drank a developer , I drank a fixer ,
Apartment in the morning turns into a detoxification center ,
But neither drowned in a glass or a cup.
As a pain in the bag - two chuckle , three ridicule -
Habity fool I mixed in its tube
And once an eagle evolved from tails .
And the soul with a musty smell , like a body in a cart,
I bowled and the Golden Rule nuts,
But something like Lübke .

Flour flour through poets rhyme .
It showed what's what .
Though sometimes the case comes to shove -
I love Liubka ! But the details - bullshit .
She even believed it herself.
We lived at that time in cholera barracks
Cholera was considered winter.

And Verka dressmaker took off Liubka standards -
I wanted her winter coat to sew .
But then it turned out that the coat - on Verka .
I invited her to live with us .

And in the cards she understands not measure -
Went crazy , this is the Faith .
Winter awoke and drove cholera.
Became shorter list nights.
Yes , and Faith was simple and clear ,
And the snow fell asleep white spots ,
Took root in the visual agitation
And the wax from the thousands of candles .

And a pain in the bag we put the soap .
Holy water flooded our hut .
Oh, we lathered , but holy water
Ha meter of the saint and solid ice .

And Vera feature tailored coats of blanket.
There was a hole - straight and shining .
Wrapped in a hole , lay on the bed
And they , like crabs , three winter .

But sensing the water - yes bedtime or in spirit -
In the sailor's vest was Hadyuha .
I am ashamed to say her long sailor ,
Double mattress , but chickened out and threw it away.
Not so young , but not old ,
Parquet broke out of the blue ice.
I went to say goodbye forever Hadyuha ,
And stayed with us forever.

We spent the winter actively and amicably .
And the main thing - it was not boring us .
And who is rich , that everyone was happy .
But still they just screamed ,
When close to the secular rhythms of pop
I myself have finally picked up a guitar in the claws .

Not twist my whistled a ravine on the mountain.
I gave all of what is given .
And the brain head carved in the bark :
Hadezhda Faith plus plus plus Sasha Luba
Plus Aunt Uncle Sergei plus Hatasha ...
In short , not all the same .

I sang it in a dark cold barracks
And he turned into an ordinary palace.
So what are you doing in the spring crawfish !
And it turned out that I - a cancer - father .

I sit in my body , as if in a volcano .
Haleyte me the light from the window holes !
The Three Graces , like three faces in the glass.
Three faces in the glass, three different Mamani ,
three different Mamani , and one daughter .

But the investigation is without a specific reason .
Especially, do not like my daughter , and son .
And maybe - not the son , and maybe - brother
Sister or mother or I myself - my father ,
Or maybe the whole Day parade !
Or maybe our entire city - Leningrad ! ..

Dawns . Gad, and vice versa.
And maybe - our entire Soviet people .
And maybe in the cradle our entire country !
Let's come up with her ​​name !