Текст песни Михаил Горянин - Маша и мышка
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Am A7 Dm
Месяц май весну принес, сел на ветку грач.
G(E7) C(Am) A7
Мир не стоит твоих слёз, Машенька, не плачь.
Dm E7 Am
Не поможешь, Маша, ты горю моему,
Dm B7 E7
От твоей, Маша, красоты ухожу в тюрьму.
Ухожу на нары я - позвала страна.
Все девчата парами, а ты опять одна.
Снова будешь по утрам от детей тайком
Чай да сахар собирать мне в казённый дом.
A7 Dm
Вор к карману липнет, а к решётке - воробей,
G(E7) C(Am) A7
Он с утра чирикнет и я вспомню о тебе.
Dm E7 Am
Отгуляла, Маша, ты свои семнадцать лет,
Dm (B7) E7
Ровно столько же меня с тобою нет.
Да и я, родная, не с подушек полысел
Хата моя с краю - с малолеток я висел.
Я любовь к "те", Маша, через годы пронесу,
Через контрольно-следовую полосу.
Ты ведь знаешь, по весне я людей люблю.
Мышка бегает ко мне, я её кормлю.
Рассказал про домик наш - где чего лежит.
Да ты не бойся её, Маш, если прибежит.
Мышка мышкой, только мне без тебя тоска
Я вчера, как есть, во сне воду расплескал,
Объяснил мне поутру этот сон сосед:
Видно скоро я помру на рассвете лет.
Вертухаи мочат с каждым днём всё злей и злей,
Набухают почки - "на больничку" что ли лечь?
На больничке, Маша, мне не в хипешь полежать,
На больничке, Маша, уркам благодать.
Буду спать ложиться, прочитаю "Отче наш",
За тебя молиться и за деток буду, Маш,
Буду бить поклоны я до самого "звонка" -
Слово верное даю тебе "зека".
Влез медведь на косогор и спустился вниз.
Я ведь, Маша, классный вор, вор-рецидивист.
То смотрю в пустой стакан - грустно и светло,
То срываю крупный банк, меньше - западло.
Маша, Машенька, не плачь, я поэту внял:
Не утонет в речке мяч - это про меня.
Я побегаю ещё по стране родной,
Положу ей рубль на счёт и вернусь домой.
Вор к карману липнет, а к решётке воробей,
Он с утра чирикнет и я вспомню о тебе.
Погуляла, Маша, ты свои семнадцать лет,
Ровно столько же меня с тобою нет.
Буду спать ложиться, прочитаю "Отче наш",
За тебя молиться и за деток буду, Маш,
Буду бить поклоны я до самого "звонка" -
Слово верное даю тебе "зека".
Am A7 Dm
The month of May spring brought, sat on the branch rook.
G (E7) C (Am) A7
The world is not worth your tears, Masha, do not cry.
Dm e7 am
You will not help, Masha, you burn my
Dm b7 e7
From your beauty, Masha, I am going to jail.
I'm leaving for plank beds - the country called.
All the girls are in pairs, and you are alone again.
Again you will be in the morning from the children secretly
Tea and sugar to collect me in a government house.
A7 dm
The thief sticks to his pocket and the sparrow to the grille,
G (E7) C (Am) A7
He will chirp in the morning and I will remember you.
Dm e7 am
Sped off, Masha, you're seventeen,
Dm (B7) E7
Exactly the same me with you there.
Yes, and I, my dear, not with pillows sex
My hut is on the edge - I hung from youngsters.
I love to "those", Masha, through the years I will carry,
Through the control and trace strip.
You know, in the spring I love people.
The mouse runs to me, I feed her.
He told about our house where it lies.
Do not be afraid of her, Masha, if you come running.
Mouse, only me without you melancholy
Yesterday I splashed water in a dream,
In the morning, this dream was explained to me by a neighbor:
It will be seen soon I will die at the dawn of years.
The guardians wet every day all the more angry and mean,
Do the kidneys swell - "on the hospital" or something?
At the hospital, Masha, I'm not in a hip to lie down,
At the hospital, Masha, urkam grace.
I will go to bed, read "Our Father,"
For you to pray and for the kids will be, Mash,
I will beat bows to the very "call" -
I give you the right word "Zek."
Bear climbed on a slope and went down.
I'm, Masha, a cool thief, a repeat offender.
Then I look into an empty glass - sad and light,
That break a large bank, less - zapadlo.
Masha, Masha, do not cry, I listened to the poet:
The ball won't sink in the river - it's about me.
I run around my native country,
Put her ruble on the bill and go back home.
The thief sticks to his pocket, and the sparrow sticks to the grille,
He will chirp in the morning and I will remember you.
Walked, Masha, you are your seventeen years old,
Exactly the same me with you there.
I will go to bed, read "Our Father,"
For you to pray and for the kids will be, Mash,
I will beat bows to the very "call" -
I give you the right word "Zek."
The month of May spring brought, sat on the branch rook.
G (E7) C (Am) A7
The world is not worth your tears, Masha, do not cry.
Dm e7 am
You will not help, Masha, you burn my
Dm b7 e7
From your beauty, Masha, I am going to jail.
I'm leaving for plank beds - the country called.
All the girls are in pairs, and you are alone again.
Again you will be in the morning from the children secretly
Tea and sugar to collect me in a government house.
A7 dm
The thief sticks to his pocket and the sparrow to the grille,
G (E7) C (Am) A7
He will chirp in the morning and I will remember you.
Dm e7 am
Sped off, Masha, you're seventeen,
Dm (B7) E7
Exactly the same me with you there.
Yes, and I, my dear, not with pillows sex
My hut is on the edge - I hung from youngsters.
I love to "those", Masha, through the years I will carry,
Through the control and trace strip.
You know, in the spring I love people.
The mouse runs to me, I feed her.
He told about our house where it lies.
Do not be afraid of her, Masha, if you come running.
Mouse, only me without you melancholy
Yesterday I splashed water in a dream,
In the morning, this dream was explained to me by a neighbor:
It will be seen soon I will die at the dawn of years.
The guardians wet every day all the more angry and mean,
Do the kidneys swell - "on the hospital" or something?
At the hospital, Masha, I'm not in a hip to lie down,
At the hospital, Masha, urkam grace.
I will go to bed, read "Our Father,"
For you to pray and for the kids will be, Mash,
I will beat bows to the very "call" -
I give you the right word "Zek."
Bear climbed on a slope and went down.
I'm, Masha, a cool thief, a repeat offender.
Then I look into an empty glass - sad and light,
That break a large bank, less - zapadlo.
Masha, Masha, do not cry, I listened to the poet:
The ball won't sink in the river - it's about me.
I run around my native country,
Put her ruble on the bill and go back home.
The thief sticks to his pocket, and the sparrow sticks to the grille,
He will chirp in the morning and I will remember you.
Walked, Masha, you are your seventeen years old,
Exactly the same me with you there.
I will go to bed, read "Our Father,"
For you to pray and for the kids will be, Mash,
I will beat bows to the very "call" -
I give you the right word "Zek."