Чердак Офицера - Шаровары Вячеслава - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

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He approached, then Vyacheslav to his car. He opened the trunk. He took out a haremara from the trunk. I tried it. Ay, what a harem! From a blue silk, with an aging, with velvet pompons, and with golden dragons on buttons. Vyacheslav looks, he will not be picked up on his trousers, when suddenly, he notices out of the corner of his eye,

that small cubs with balalaiki are falling out of the trunk with a grim. Vyacheslav is surrounded from all sides, play on balalai, wink and sing:

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Sharovyars Vyacheslav, Sharovyars Vyacheslav

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Sharovyars Vyacheslav, Tai-da-da-yes-yes ...

Hmm, Vyacheslav thinks, however ... Bear ... And where did they come from in my trunk? And I’ll go to the house-to drink tea ...

And then Vyacheslav enters the house, sits on a bench, pours himself tea, pulls, as it should be, to the sugar mushroom, but here it observes in surprise,

That from the sugar bowl fall out with a crowd on the dining table, well ... - those very little cubs with balalai. Vyacheslav is surrounded from all sides, play on balalai, wink and sing:

Sharovyars Vyacheslav, Sharovyars Vyacheslav

Sharovyars Vyacheslav, Tai-da-da-yes-yes ...

Here, of course, is not up to jokes. Is the light that the wedge converted to these damaged trousers? Yes, and to sleep, besides it is time ...

Well, what was at night, I won’t even tell. And only in the morning Vyacheslav with his head swollen from bear songs, first went to the market, and sold his beautiful trousers for some unlimited Tajik for nothing.

And in the evening, lounging in front of the TV, with a glass of cognac, Vyacheslav wanted criminal news to watch, when suddenly, from the corner of his eye he noticed,

What from the bookcase falls out with a crowd well ... - The same small cubs with balalai. Moreover, on one of the cubs, Vyacheslav with indignation identified the packed somehow, and even inside out, his, Vyacheslav, chavrards with pompons and dragons on buttons! And the cubs, know yourself, touch the balalai, wink and sing with malicious voices:

Sharovyars Vyacheslav, Sharovyars Vyacheslav

Sharovyars Vyacheslav, Tai-da-da-yes-yes ...

And Vyacheslav suddenly became somehow very fun. Well, he thinks, what a stupidity-cubs, balalai, some kind of wild song. Or maybe the cubs do not mock him, maybe on the contrary, they are trying to attract attention? Well, yes, and they seem to have voices, and they can sing in the TERPIT, and three voices, and acapella, and get into notes. And the charters ... Yes, God with them, with the trousers, well, Vyacheslav will go somewhere in Persia, ask you to visit the padishah, and the padis from the pure heart will present Vyacheslav as a gift for new beautiful trousers, convenient, silky, and if it is good to ask, it can be well-asked, then it can To be at all - magical!

And with such pleasant thoughts, Vyacheslav calmly fell asleep and the whole night he dreamed of little cubs with balalai, and in a dream Vyacheslav smoked hash, winked and sang: sang:

Sharovyars Vyacheslav, Sharovyars Vyacheslav

Sharovyars Vyacheslav, Tai-da-da-yes-yes ...