Текст песни Вячеслав Бобков - Чифирок, кипяток, папиросочка

I will not forget my native mother
Friendship and old yard ...
Broke the string of cradle
Gray stone fence!
Forever gone somewhere
My young years ...
Left the summer greens
Cold came!

Chorus:
Chifiries, boiling water, cigarette
Heat the soul and the body of the zack ...
All the jet - a striped vest,
Everything will pass, even this melancholy!

Machines and epaulets -
Thank God that alive!
From blonde before the car
I took me a convoy ...
In the distance on the rails yes on the sleeves
Path to the northeast!
The path is not possible, the term is considerable -
Put a seagull, marriage!

Chorus:

I do not cry, do not regret
And do not take on bass!
I'm not lagnure Panteleev,
Bald, but not fantomas!
I am a simple terrestrial tramp,
And wandering what to lose?
Residence - Tyuryiga,
And the road is in the camp ...

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