Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Мечта блатного поэта

In the flesh-colored stockings,
Slim Gypsy guitar,
Dream thieves poet -
She swam along the boulevard,
Fluffy white snow
And softer moonlight.
Her who just did not run -
Dream thieves poet.

On the loft in the sky
He is crazy lines,
Thrown sunny seine,
Dragged by the hand of evil.
Let gets a little worse
What wallet from his pocket, -
In life it was necessary,
And it was too early to die.

    The first cooking
    Aunty nameshivaet densely
    The first lilac
    Perfume perfumers city of May.
    Storks without money
    We bring children from cabbage
    And immediately fly away.

Sometimes sneak in a tram
He moored to her side.
The heat so it was sweet -
I had to believe in God.
And God knows, not fraer -
Lord nemerenno steeper -
And once the tram
They fled under the handle.

In the morning light from the beach
He walked up to his neck happy.
But western wind enemy
Brought the lead showers.
A thief - he was a friend of the motherland,
He's a war on business.
In life it was necessary,
And did not want to die.

    And in the Marine Corps
    There is a gorgeous kid what to do.
    At most times bosote
    & Quot; Feathers & quot; on the beach
    Pure frolic.
    But flew to the stars
    The most desperate guys
    To favorite ever dream.

Many beautiful stories.
But I will remember for the coffin
One that wore a heart
Thief poet sweetheart.
A long time ago for half a tin
Told me about this
My beautiful grandmother -
Dream thieves poet.