Текст песни Михаил Ножкин - А на кладбище по традиции ...

Words and music by M. Nozhkina

Quarter of a century in the works and worries me,
All run, but hurry hurry.
And how will stand free time ,
Go for a walk to the churchyard .

There in the cemetery so quietly ,
Neither enemies nor friends can not see .
All kulturnenko all pristoynenko ,
Exceptional grace!

We were a strange fate awaited :
Worry day and night,
And nibbling each other at meetings,
Bursting , throat flog .

And at the cemetery so quietly ,
Neither enemies nor friends can not see .
All kulturnenko all pristoynenko ,
Exceptional grace!

Oh, my family , a pack of scandalous ,
Oh, you're drunk , combative neighbor ...
You, my apartment municipal,
Day and night, all the rest is not.

And at the cemetery so quietly ,
Of willows , poplars and birches .
All kulturnenko all pristoynenko ,
And there is the housing problem solved !

Here, for example , you want to drink ,
And you do not give a drink anywhere .
All eyes , so threatens the drunk tank ,
Yes drunk soul spit .

And at the cemetery so quietly ,
From the public in the distance,
All kulturnenko all pristoynenko ,
And the appetizer on the mound !

Man, I Shakespeare by vocation,
I used to write Hamlet , my friends!
But critics do not have a confession,
From the police is not present among the living .

A cemetery on the tradition
You never hear anyone in sight.
No critics, no police ,
Exceptional grace!