Текст песни Sashka - Для графини травили волка

Andrew Belyanin
Music:
Beethoven
For the Countess hunted wolf.
His gait was easy ...
Polished shotgun,
As an enthusiastic line!
He was free and alone.
At the sight or hearing.
Magpies chattered about death
Shameless nonsense.
Intoxicated by a pack of snarling,
Jaegers raised whip -
All were looking for where the one
Intended to go out there and die?
No, sweetheart ... Even in my thoughts
I will not be anyone's slave.
I'm not shake a shot
His stubborn animal forehead.
And my rather thin skin
Do not decorate nobody fireplace.
Bullet - a fool. Of course, you fool ...
Only in the field, and I - one ...
Everything is white, and greyhounds stele
Above the plain silent running.
Oh, to live at least until April -
To see how the snow melts ...
How blithely glide through the sky
Clouds to the ends of the earth ...
And fall in love with you forever,
In the second
to shout:
& Quot; ABI !!! & quot;