Шансон - Мурка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Waiter, glasses! Are these such glasses? No, give our glasses, glasses to everyone! Pour vodka to all ...

- Come on, maybe I'll go on the stage or something for you?

- Come on, Mishan, we ask, ask!

- Well right now, comrades, one second ...

I arrived in Odessa, you know, a gang from Amur, according to cultural exchange, I think so ... There were urki-shuler in the gang.

The gang was engaged in dark affairs,

And after her she watched the CHA of the Cheka.

- Even, comrades, Iron Felix watched him. Failing to get out of bed. Ha ha ha! The waiter, another hundred grams of vodka to me and Nadyusha.

- A woman was conducted there, her name was Murka, or Nadia, in my opinion.

“What are you hinting at, Stavropol Trotskyist, Socialist -Revolutionary, Menshevik.” Waiter, twice still vodka to me.

- Even evil urks, you know, were afraid of Murki,

She led the thieves' life.

- Oh, Murki were afraid, you understand ...

- Have you brought the scrambled eggs?

- The waiter, another box of vodka on the table!

- Murka, you are my Murenochka, you know.

- Nadia! You are my hollow!

- Indira! You are my horsky shock!

“Well, and got drunk today, comrades.”

- Waiter, still cognac!

- raids began, failures began,

Many, you know, became ours to disappear.

- No one is gone anywhere, everyone is engaged in public work in logging. You are in vain panic.

- How to find out sooner, you know who became a boss,

To punish for betrayal, and it will be correct.

- Who will see what, who will hear what,

Then you should not be silent. Immediately you need to report to Lavrenty Palych.

“And you have to answer for such a hole, you know, comrades.”

- In kind, just like a Kaplan, comrades. For her stack she answered. That's right. Waiter, vodka to everyone!

- Murka, you are my Murenochka,

- Nadia! You are my hollow!

- Margaret! You are my Thatcher

- Well, comrades ...

- Joseph, be silent! Vodka to everyone!

- Somehow they went to business, I wanted to drink,

This is the case, comrades,

And we went to the nearest restaurant, you know

- waiter, in Mikhail’s mail,

- There was Murka in a leather jacket,

And a Nagan stuck out from under the floor, just as, you know, with me, only now, you know, not quite a naga, but it sticks out after all.

- Less on Nadenka should be stared, a boob!

- In order not to shook, we decided to hide,

But for this, Murka is avenge, you know,

In the dark alley where the urki walk, just like on the sidelines,

We decided to soak the Murka, as I once, you know, have my first love ... Because I did not let the equation from a spray soaked all ... Haha, right on the Stavropol.

- Well, and you got drunk, comrades,

- Murka!

“You see, my Murenok.”

- Nadia, you are my Nadia!

- I pose a horns, bastard! Vodka!

Listen, what's the matter?

What did you not have, Nadenka?

Or did I not dress you?

Rings and bracelets, hats and galms, by the way, from Armani,

Didn't I buy you?

“Did the medals and the orders acquire her at a similar price, Vova?”

- Do not bother me to sing, comrades!

- Sing, sing! Waiter, rotten tomatoes!

- Murka! You are my Murenok!

- Uh, scared! Nadia! You are my hollow!

- Indira! You are my Thatcher!

- Well, comrades, you give ... a country of coal. Small, but a lot.

- Mmm ... Sorry, where to put this barrel with vodka?

- Here, comrade, here, here, here, here.

- Hello, my Murka, hello, dear,

Hello ... I did not understand, comrades, what is it?

- Misha, let's forget the old grievances. Let's sit down on the feast. Simply drank Nadya and, together with the musicians, dumped somewhere on the street.