Текст песни Лев Барашков - Усы

MUSTACHE
L. Derbenev-A. Distel
Leo Barashkov

Like a cashier without a cashier,
Like a monk without a cassock
Like a pirate brig without sails.
It's awful these days
Awful these days
A man without a mustache looks.

On the beardless uncles
Looking surprised
The barbel mustache.
Light as yarn
Black as soot
As red as coals from the stove.

The world is raving with a mustache, a mustache.
Everyone is dying from this beauty.
How do you decide for yourself
And I let go of my mustache.

Like an actor without makeup
Like a fire without smoke
And like a globe of the earth without poles.
What kind of man are you?
What kind of man are you
If you don’t have a mustache.

And after half a year
Suddenly orders a mod,
And the mustache will cut off the barbel.
Light as yarn
Black as soot
Red as coals from the stove.

Maybe half the world
You will give sweetheart
Maybe give the whole world.
Ah, she’s to another,
Run away from home
He subdued her with a mustache.