В 62 году

Not in a dream , not delirious,
In the sixty-second year ,
Soda from the belt buckle
Completely , as always, to shine.
The first layer , the first jazz
I went to the fourth grade -
It was very interesting .
The first layer , the first jazz
I went to the fourth grade -
And it was very interesting.

Mom and Dad - doctors .
Snitches not asleep .
On the break anecdote told me about Nikita -
And eleven years
Led by the teachers' council .
Done, but it was sewn .

And people on the Nevsky ...
Soda everywhere.
And all sat Streltsov , poor guy .
Shar Titov flew ,
Red flag glorified ,
But there was no better opportunity !
But there was no better opportunity !

With the song went on parade
Pioneer troop friendly .
And shook the entire district - the school collecting scrap metal .
Old thief Nicanor
Loved us so much that dispute
Dragged two safes from the regional committee .

A new season in the circus .
Year already in jail
Zagarat downed U-2 pilot.
And again in the cottages
All gathered honey agaric .
And light were white nights ...
And light were white nights ...

Had it all wrong.
Blast furnace smelted metal.
And the guys on the pipes changed flare " of the Beatles ."
And while I was in a cafe
Carrying her large portfolio ,
Superintendent planting your liter.

Abel at once Russified .
And shoes for all
Pounded by our secretary general platform.
Okudzhava thundered ,
But in our yard
I was the coolest semistrunnik ...
I was the coolest semistrunnik ...

Not in a dream , not delirious,
In the sixty-second year ,
Soda from the belt buckle completely , as always, to shine.
The first layer , the first jazz
I went to the fourth grade -
It was very interesting .
The first layer , the first jazz
I went to the fourth grade -
And it was very interesting.