Текст песни Иван Евсеенко - Баденвайлер

Badenwiler

The lineman is angry at the roster -
Beats the wheels with a hammer.
The lady with the blond spitz
Waving a lace scarf.
The bell rang loudly
The thief forgot about business
Fat man and thin
His conversation was interrupted.
The long death timer is on,
A notebook has not been completed ...
To the glorious city of Badenweiler
Chekhov is going to die ...

Driving through the darkness steppe
Midnight bonfires
He will remember how evil in winter
Three sisters sang a song ...
Who invented this flour
Rushing straight to death
And write like Vanka Zhukov
Going nowhere diary letter!
The edge of the earth, raw, sad -
Sakhalin - a plague span ...
To the glorious city of Badenweiler
Chekhov is going to die.

Life is not a played play ...
Sold in the trash cherry orchard ...
The Righteous or the Hanger
Seeking paradise, finding hell?
A languid and meek look
Sleeping under a bisse pince-nez,
Chekhov dying of consumption
In the summer, wrapping myself in a muffler ..
In vain the ruble was exchanged for thaler,
Do not remove the blood from the scarf ...
To the glorious city of Badenweiler
Chekhov is going to die

 Ivan Evseenko (ml)