М.Жванецкий - Соколиная охота - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

With age, I don’t like less women.

I want to say that I had Boris's brother. Tall, beautiful. I just want to talk about men, about the fact that a whole layer of men who called themselves womanizer disappeared. And we called them women. These were truly aimed men. As one composer said, "the main thing for me to bring me to her royal.

Here I had a brother, we lived in Odessa, television was even even, there was nothing interesting at all. We went to Deribasovskaya, and the main thing is the main thing to meet someone. I went out with my brother, I called this "falconine okhota". I released my brother and he was never returned with empty claws. In general, when he walked nearby (he was wildly temperamental), when a beautiful woman went to meet, he looked: "Albert, Knoga."

He was a truck, and now you know, one day, he was already already backed away, and there was rain, and he had a wife under a cloak. They went there somewhere, and, holding his wife under a raincoat, glued some kind of Todvitsa, took the phone. The wife did not understand anything - it was so strong rain.

When they ask me: "Are you an owl or a lark?"

I answer: "I am a whore, I can be an owl and a lark"

My friend, now if you put random sexes and good cognac on different bowls - I would choose ..... wait, but why put them with grunted bowls?