Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Мы с ним росли в одном дворе

We grew up with him in the same yard ,
And I tell you a secret :
We have a Semenom dad was one ,
Neither he nor I did not know him ,
For children dad was not bored ,
Held haberdashery .

It is known to children without fathers
So lacking candies
And my mom - always drunk home.
And in the seventeenth year
Semen in delirium
Dad decided to make a & quot; Well , my God & quot ;.

Twenty-five & quot; lemons & quot; it
Bought a used & quot; Wesson & quot;
And went to the store , as a gentleman .
Took off his hat , called on the wanted list
And a half- emptied clips
Dad in the belly , like a mannequin.

They came at once
And they smote Shomu temper ,
For this, he disliked them fiercely .
Barely seeing & quot; & quot ;, legasha
Cried myself Semenchik : & quot; Sha !
Do you remember everything you sentenced them ! & Quot;

Elegant living Semen loved
And he had power lyuboyu
In fundamental differences .
For Nikolashka he sat ,
Kerensky gave him a shot,
Soviets Crosses adorned them .

But he never & quot; & quot ;, kochumal
He loved life , he was looking for risk ,
And he himself , of course, not sberёg .
Two bullets in his head
During nix in Crimea
Punched eyed lad .

In his hand was clutching a cold knife ,
Rain ruffled dark curls ,
He lay there and looked at dusk ...
Thirty years have passed incomplete
Since then , both the buffet Nastya
King went galant and other things ...