Текст песни Евгений Клячкин - Грачи прилетели

They stood in the picture:
Savrasov. & Quot; The Rooks Have Arrived & quot ;.
It was a simple, native.
We did not want to leave.

Casual conversation,
Since there was a reason.
- Savrasov. & Quot; The Rooks Have Arrived & quot; -
The good is the picture.

The man was poorly dressed.
Looks like lonely. From drinkers.
It - because it does not hurt beautiful
And happiness is not waiting.

She held it up to the house.
The street was frosty.
She'd invited him,
But the chaos in the room and late.

He had it coming to visit her
On Tuesday, a cup of tea.
- You and I have common tastes
In the pictures, I noticed.

Two days later she draila, grated
His corner for the modest feast.
I went on the last money
Lilac bought cake.

In the evening there dress
As well as a postcard to hang -
& Quot; The Rooks Have Arrived & quot ;. I dressed.
Seven, eight. And nine. And the ten.

Seven, eight and nine, and ten.
I looked for curtains.
She wept. And admire
Brown rose on the cake.

Himself she has not regretted.
And about a failed dinner
I thought: & quot; cake Poor thing,
After all, here you do not need anyone.

Probably forgotten. Or busy ...
The well-known case - a man ... & quot;
And all the same & quot; The Rooks Have Arrived & quot;
Very nice picture.