Текст песни Смирнов Алексей - Полковник на стихи Игоря Царева

Colonel
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A mastiff sighs in a dream under the table,
Carefully tidy up your head
Near the legs.
And the owner with a feather zip, yes zipper,
Like a dashing man on a dark night
Sharpens a knife.
He is a GRU colonel and passed Beirut,
And they don't take angels for reconnaissance,
It means sinful.
But today, like a simple kid
Stared at the heavens for two hours
At the squishy.
Well you, colonel, a shot sparrow,
Go to the dacha, forget about everything,
Drink malaga!
No, I fell under God's palette knife
And it struck to old age in poetry
Poor fellow.
Ah colonel, this is not worth the mass
Buy a luxurious Mercedes for happiness
Or a hummer ...
But his words are bubbling in my throat
And the poor head is smoking
Over poetry.
And neighbors in the house: Kurly-Kurly,
Look what eagles we have
Inhabited!
Under the rib a shard is a summons to hell,
And the eyes are like a hundred watt bulbs! -
Women are melting ...