Розенбаум Александр - Машка и мышка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The month of March brought spring, a rook landed in the field, the world isn't worth your tears, Mashenka, don't cry.

You won't help my sorrow, Masha, because of your beauty, Masha, I'm going to prison.

I'm going to the bunks – the country called me, all the girls are in pairs, and you're alone again.

Again you'll secretly collect tea and sugar for me until morning, hiding it from the children, to send to my prison cell.

A thief clings to a pocket, and a sparrow to the bars, it will chirp in the morning, and I will remember you.

You've lived through your seventeen years, Masha, and I've been without you for just as long.

Yes, and I, my dear, didn't go bald from soft pillows, our house is on the edge of town, I've been in trouble since I was a kid.

I will carry my love for you, Masha, through the years, across the control and tracking strip.

You know, in the spring I love people, a mouse runs to me, I feed it.

I told it about our little house, where everything is, don't be afraid of it, Masha, if it runs to you.

A mouse is a mouse, but I'm so lonely without you, yesterday I spilled water in my dream.

My neighbor deciphered this whim for me in the morning: apparently, I will soon die in the prime of my life.

The guards are getting meaner and meaner every day, the buds are swelling. Should I go to the hospital?

In the hospital, Masha, I won't be able to just lie around, in the hospital, Masha, it's a paradise for criminals.

When I go to sleep, I'll read "Our Father," I'll pray for you and for the children, Masha,

I will bow down until the bell rings - I give you my word, a prisoner's word.

A bear climbed onto the hillside and came down, I am, Masha, a great thief, a repeat offender. Sometimes I look into an empty glass - it's sad and bright, sometimes I hit the jackpot, anything less is unacceptable.

Masha, little Masha, don't cry, I listened to the poet: the ball won't sink in the river - that's about me.

I'll jump around my homeland a little more, put a ruble in its account and return home.

A thief clings to a pocket, and a sparrow to the bars, he'll chirp in the morning, and I'll remember you.

You've lived out your seventeen years, Masha, and I've been away from you for exactly that long.

When I go to sleep, I'll read the "Our Father," I'll pray for you and for the children, Masha,

I'll bow down until the bell rings - I give you my word, a prisoner's word.