"Rolling Stounz" vsyu noch'

                                        A."|ndryusu Gnomu Caricynskomu"
                                        Lazarevu na den' rozhdeniya.

Vse, kak obychno. Ha ulice dozhd',
I on konchitsya tol'ko zimoj.
I mne bezrazlichno, kuda ty idesh',
A ya otpravlyayus' domoj.
  YA bolen i zol, ya zamerz i promok,
  I ty ne mozhesh' nichem mne pomoch'.
  YA vlezu v kvartiru, zashchelknu zamok
  I budu slushat' "Rolling Stounz" vsyu noch'.

Ha shum sredi nochi pripretsya sosed,
Proletarij do kosti mozgov,
I stanet orat' pro negashennyj svet
I pro nepodmetan'e polov;
  Ho vdrug on zavetnyj neset puzyrek,
  I vse pechali unosyatsya proch'.
  CHego s chelovekom ne sdelaet rok!
  My budem slushat' "Rolling Stounz" vsyu noch'.

Hautro ya vyjdu - ...! Ha ulice sneg,
I on konchitsya tol'ko vesnoj.
I ty, kak obychno, podvalish' ko mne
I sprosish' menya, chto so mnoj?
  Ho eto - vopros, navodyashchij na grust',
  A vdavat'sya v podrobnosti len'.
  Strel'nu belomora ya i ulybnus',
  I budu slushat' "Rolling Stounz" ves' den'.

I vse, kak obychno - kislotnost' i fon,
I povsyudu bushuet oblom,
I staryj moj dolbannyj magnitofon
Otpravitsya skoro na slom.
  Ho ya eshche veryu, chto leto pridet,
  I takoe, chto tol'ko derzhis'!
  YA budu slushat' "Rolling Stounz" ves' god,
  YA budu slushat' "Rolling Stounz" vsyu zhizn'.

    For this could be the last time,
    This could be the last time,
    May be the last time,
    I don't know

{V.92, SPb}
(c) Stepan M. Pechkin 1996
Last-modified: Fri, 02 May 1997 13:23:26 GMT