Текст песни Сергей Матвеенко - Амадей Петрович Кацман

Village Bayanist
Amadeus Petrovich Katsman,
Our drunk driver
Always we songs batsal.
        His red face
        Like a banner over furs,
        His bitter little
        We read poems.

Famous Amadeus,
Prodigal husband milkmaids Vera,
Not considered people
Representative & quot; plywood & quot ;,
        Everlasting by the notes,
        All the neighboring Dunek Drol,
        Called his stomach:
        & Corn Sexual &.

Bully, bully,
Fair and risky
& quot; Do not grab hold of gun
Not in the case, district officer & quot;
        Amadeus sometimes screw
        So that all the dogs howled.
        Leaving, always joking:
        & quot; Sorry, that without a fight & quot ;.

All battles veteran,
Dreamer unbearable
That will remember Tehran,
That event is Tsushima.
        Where there, true, where there lies,
        Stretch her into a sled.
        How young people loved
        Amadeus fights!

Where are you, the eternal joker,
On the parties first number?
You went for a smoke break,
Who will believe that you are dead!
        It became quiet in the village,
        All fun - beer point.
        The guys are tipsy
        Remember Katsman-zhidochka!

Where are you, really, where is the button accordion,
I will throw everything, I will go to visit.
I'm also from the villagers,
Silently drink in the churchyard.
        I will ask: Petrovich, get up!
        Make the name of the heart,
        You and I still have to plow
        For three lives tillage.