М.Шуфутинский - Ах Даша, Даша - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Lyokha shouted to me: “Nice guy! Go away! Everyone has left us, Someone has split us, And our house is full of cops, And their boss is scribbling the protocol.” And I ran dumb from horror and heard the tramp of the legislators behind me, but then someone’s door opened and a fairy in white waved her tender hand at me tenderly. Oh Dasha, Dasha, why does your smile mix up your thoughts in your reckless head, But smile again, just say the word and I’ll get you the moon, or maybe two. Oh Dasha, Dasha, just say “I am yours” And I will throw the Smith & Wesson on the mezzanine, And I will drink in moderation, and with you to the premiere I will put on the tailcoat in which I danced the carom. I was saved, I drank cognac and was warmer, And I did not take my eyes off the one who for me In an instant became more affectionate, more tender and more necessary, Than those madams with whom I played pranks at night. After all, how sometimes it turns out, by God, I went to work, and ended up in this paradise, Where golden curls are right at the doorstep, It’s November, and May is raging inside me. Oh Dasha, Dasha, why does your smile mix up your thoughts in your reckless head, But smile again, just say the word and I’ll get you the moon, or maybe two. Oh Dasha, Dasha, just say “I am yours” And I will throw the Smith & Wesson on the mezzanine, And I will drink in moderation, and with you to the premiere I will put on the tailcoat in which I danced the carom. How sweet those minutes seemed... I finished my cognac a long time ago, looking at you. For some reason I was holding an empty glass in my hand, completely lost in the shine of your eyes. Luck rushes in, like sometimes a card in a deck, Even though I can’t tolerate even an ounce of trash, I owe it to them that one evening, I met a fairy who came out of my dreams. Oh Dasha, Dasha, why does your smile mix up your thoughts in your reckless head, But smile again, just say the word and I’ll get you the moon, or maybe two. Oh Dasha, Dasha, just say “I am yours” And I will throw the Smith & Wesson on the mezzanine, And I will drink in moderation, and with you to the premiere I will put on the tailcoat in which I danced the carom.