Текст песни Юрий Визбор - В Аркашиной квартире

strangers live in Arkashinoy apartment
Neither Julia nor Arkashov ago in the walls there.
There's also not I sit with potatoes in their skins,
And not Arkashin lights in the kitchen light.

Surely these years have passed really,
While we understand - who is mother-in-law, who is the mother in law?
Where we looked until all galdeli
And smartly rhymed the words "love" and "blood"?

The apartment Arkashinoy visited these rhymes
Not in the form of compositions and as the height.
There's even sported unclear logarithm
Abstract Painting for overall beauty.

We got all this not as a profit,
And there was a unique our Grosheva comfort.
Oh, glory to God, my friends, we all like alive
And all that we had not already stolen.

We were so rich in strange and general pain,
Naive morality, desire to sing but to sing.
All this is paid we love and blood -
God save us, the guys in the future to poverty.

In Arkashinoy apartment roam all our shadows,
In the kitchen, drink and smoke at the window.
Abstract Painting - fates weave,
And so unfair that we have one life.