Песня о судьбе

Wherever I vtisnu soul, which itself neither Dan,
For my dog ​​- My fate, helpless, sick -
I drove it with stones, but clinging to the dog knee -
Looks, crazy eyes and tongue - saliva.

Moroka me with her -
I'm sad eye,
I face dimmer
And urchu womb,
Gut Kochen,
A throat struck dumb -
And I am not able to live,
And I do not want to sing!

Really old?
Go to the executioner? ..
Let vzdernet soon
And I'll pay.

I renounce so many times that I spit on fate,
But it is a pity, hungry - caress, trembling -
I then became a pity to feed Fortuna -
It is when they were filled, always long asleep.

Then I walk,
Winds, wobble,
And Vanya lazy
The sky smoked.
But the dog guarding,
Himself howling, barking itself -
If they wish,
What I want to.

When grow old,
I go to the executioner -
Let vzdernet soon
And I'll pay.

There are days when I head into this inferno vsunu,
What Fate and backed away, afraid, pale -
Once I poured a glass of wine for courage in Fortuna -
Since then, not a day without a glass, it still nags:

Snacks - no crust!
Like, I would in New York
I went to burrow in,
I wore used brocade! ..
I have legs - Walkers,
Destiny - on Zakorko -
And in the mountain and hill
I eked out drunks.

I did not grow old -
I go to the executioner -
Let vzdernet in the yard,
And I'll pay.

Once re-poured fate I inadvertently -
Come on, darling, and changed the face of racing -
Khamila, ugliness and turned Rock -
And behind me jumped, grabbed Adam's apple.

I am hard at it,
I already pale,
Even Satan,
Crying on the run:
& Quot; It is not necessary by the neck!
No need for a neck!
It is not necessary for the neck -
I can not sing! & Quot;

The fate, since I can,
I carry to the executioner -
Let vzdernet in the yard,
And I'll pay!