Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Два письма. Из деревни в город

Hello Nick, my dear, my dearest friend!
 In the first lines of the email I send you greetings.
 Here you'll come, I'm afraid, busy, smart -
 Do not look within and home - directly to the village council.

 How are you left - I scream - the women came running.
 & quot; Oh, separation - they say - she did not move & quot ;.
 So bored you, that I kept -
 Although the reasons are not very bored there.

 Pasha came Tuta - kum your damned -
 Barely I was given not - even right now tremble.
 He was three days too, read, walk and angry drunk -
 Before stick, drinks for courage.

 You talk, he won the most;
 Borka if our bull - the first champion of the ...
 By Sinister this bull I love you jealous
 And I love you more than what it is.

 You dreamed of me in a dream - drunk, angry, morose -
 If you think that - so do not torture yourself:
 With an agronomist, I walked - only you do not think -
 We talked the whole hour only about you.

 I-it's okay, but you - afraid of you something:
 Here recently I visited a very important rite -
 So in the capital, says all sorts of debauchery,
 And the women, said more than men.

 You better Kohl, do not drink it - patience up to the house -
 At home you can at least do this: you can - at least in the booze!
 I do not need anyone - even agronomist -
 Though a man of culture - does not compare with you.

 Our barn in the rain flows - worn out, it is true -
 Without you unbearable - who will comfort ?!
 Though some, but come - wait for you immensely!
 If you can, you write - that they sell.