Текст песни Музыкальный коллектив Петра Налича - Джигит

If you are born a jigger,
You will reach the edge in everything,
You get to the limit
Quintessences of everything!
The young horseman did not believe
Like life will teach what ...
True, he believed that make
But not make him!
Miracles of trick riding
Impressed friends, girlfriends,
Drank wine from voiced mugs
And wore a brooch in his buttonhole.
He sang the arias of Rossini,
There was success throughout Russia,
Because he sang beautifully
He was a miracle how good!
Once it became shameful
It became a conscientious jigit,
It was a shame for no reason
Inexplicably…
Tear off the brooch from the buttonhole
And gave it to someone ...
Immediately somehow feel better
It cleared him.
And, of course, he loved,
Loved, of course, passionately!
How can only horsemen
Across Russia throughout!
So in his mouth intertwined
From melodies, rhythms of a song,
She played the piano
The only one of her ...
La-la-la-la-la-la-lai
And she said limply,
Syto, sleepy and tired:
“I don't care about the songs!
I do not like horsemen! ”
He tore off the strings ... From the piano
And slammed the lid loudly!
The life of a horseman has become quieter ...
It became quieter and more boring ...