Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Про любовь в каменном веке

Come on, give me a stone ax!
And my loin skins do not touch!
Shut up! I do not see you at close range,
Sit there and keep the fire!

Economize on the little things do not dare!
Do not trivialize our family way!
Not cleaned cave and hearth!
You are spoiled in a matriarchy!

Five wives to me, probably
Figured I would be with you,
But my bad deeds,
Because - monogamy.

And all your relatives cursed,
My uncle that went boar,
When he was alive, he had warned me -
You can not take a wife of the man-eaters!

I have no quarrel with the community, it is a lie,
What to you if someone sticks!
Do not slander our youth,
She - and our hope is strong!

Well, what you see? You have not yet beaten.
Give me an ax, good I beg you!
And skins where? After all, people laughed at w.
Up to three I think, after a bite!