Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Семейные дела в Древнем Риме

One evening patricians gathered at the Capitol,
Share news and drink a little alcohol -
Do not keep f tverezymi conversations. Mark Patrician not Publican:
Peel the nectar of large doses and terribly nanektarilsya.

And under the ancient colony by snatching it from the mouth of the curse:
- Oh, respectfully Matrona I soon broke up, brethren.
She mixed up with the poets, mad at theaters -
So shastaet visitors with tickets for gladiators.

"I - screams - from the lack of culture will soon become hysterical."
In general, it bears malice, like a fury, pooschryaema sister.
Just hush and chic - oh, pour me a double again.
Well I slaves face giggle .. would I, but there is no war on war.

I break all the traditions, I did not cope with both.
I went down, the patricians. Bitter blow to the plebeians.
I leave her house in Persia, let him take his sister-megerochku,
And at the head of his father's sestertii currently geterochku.

In courtesans, although immoral, but they became fools.
We let the Thais ever more clearly, but relatives died.
They'll be able to heal and will soon go out of the binge, I ...
And they went home to the patricians, Marcus drunken jealous.