Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Счастливчик Пушкин

LUCKY

Alexander Sergeyitch good!
He was great!
Buzzing mill wheel,
the pain faded,

woman squinting out of the house,
in the sky - larks,
Only ten minutes drive
near to the fair.

His craft, first grade
and feather sharply.
He lipped and scientists as hell,
and all of it is simple:

He lived in Odessa, visited the Crimea,
I rode in a carriage,
borrow money gave him
until his death.

Very polite and quiet,
cases tortured,
gendarmes of his poems
memory memorized!

Even the king invited him into the house,
wherein wanting
worn out about this and that
with the poet.

He loved beautiful women
Love is not chinnoy,
and even he was killed
handsome man.

He knew how to dirty paper
under the crackle of candles!
He was something to die for
from the Black River.