Текст песни Денис Давыдов - МОЯ ПЕСНЯ

I moved to the attic:
Live above seems to be impossible!
With a doorman, with a kucher forgiven,
And the chefs lost.
The crowd of the borrowers know
And without a doorman to give an answer;
I am very important door I answer
And I say to them: no houses!

On the days of the festive for Kokanya
Ready surveyor area,
And my, hall, bedroom
Called in the room one.
Guests skillfully take:
Fools - show the door,
On the chair one friends sits,
And nice ... to bed.

My possessions are immense:
In the vicinity of the capital
All the people where the collected are valued,
Where is a feast mountain, a crowd of people.
My all joys - in a glass,
My wardrobe lies in the row
Wealth - in the hour pocket,
And the garden is in the Tauride Garden.

Roads, drunkards! want to
Life to be mine to find out?
You are a rumor for a song my bow
And try to imitate me.
I get a rapid breakfast
From a friend, just waking up;
Dining - I'm leaving
And sleep - without dinner, I lie down.

Oh rich! do not speak,
That my life is unhappy.
I am sorry for the income,
What is equal to you with happiness.
I'm going to go about
Rich Luxury Year lives ...
What will end? - And I meet,
Like a millionger, new year.

1811.