А. Шуров и Н. Рыкунин - Заело - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

"Eh, Zado!

Again, a fruit-fuel song. About the fact that both the quality of the pavement needles is lame, and the apartment is given not to the techniques, but to "thieves".

Music: D. Ashkenazi Words: M. Vickers/Y. Bobosh performs: A. Shurov and N. Rykunin.

Zadoi

Music: D. Ashkenazi Words: M. Vickers/Yu.Bobosh

On the frosty pattern of the window

The moonlight pours the path.

We are together by the window, and there is silence around.

Why, dear, sad?

Moonlight, silver and blue,

You lay down on your braids like hoar

This is not a gray hair - it's jokes the moon,

Because spring comes to us.

- A familiar melody, in general, Nikolai Nikolaevich ...

What it is? Now, I remember, now ...

“Don't you remember?” This is a melody

the record that we bought with you ...

- Ah, yes, right!

We recently bought a record,

They wanted to listen to the novelty

They started a patephon -

The waltz "winter sleep" pours,

And-Zae-zae-zay-zae-zaye ...

- Shurov, a plate is stuck!

- No, this quality of needles is stuck!

- Yes, in some places still jerks!

One technician needed an apartment,

He waited a year, two, and three, and four ...

That's the fifth expired, the deadline came to him -

And he was awarded the treasured order.

This technician promised to neighbors:

"We will enter the apartment with his wife - oh,

I will download a feast with a mountain, under the orchestra of the wind ...

And-Zae-zae-zay-zae-zaye ...

- Did you call?

- I drove. But not a technician, but another ...

- Excuse me, but the technique has a warrant!

- And the other has a connection!

- But what about the technician?

- And they told the technique that he cannot yet

Enter "for technical reasons"!

- That's how it jerks!

Were going to dismiss Kovrov -

He did not work very sensible.

But Kovrov took into account everything, the statement is on the table:

"You send me to the collective farm,

I am a connoisseur of the bees! "

And delighted with the zvi, such

Seeing with the Kovrov orchestra,

The steam locomotive buzzed, the volunteer took away,

He is Zae-Zay-Zee-Zee-Zee ...

- I drove, by the way, just not in

collective farm, he did not reach a little ...

- Yes, yes, he is nearby, at the nodal station,

I got a job as the head of the buffet!

We sang this song to you,

Not without intent, and not without a goal,

We want to hint what this songs are -

Oh, zae-zae-zae-zae-zae ...

Eh, Zado! There are no more verses!