Магадан Ж

S. Surganova

My girlfriend flew to Magadan.
Remove the hat ,
Cling to the ladder !
Free bird from the propeller -
Not on stage ,

Nor that it is not so lucky,
Neither one of us so unfortunately,
Not for a million , not for penny,
And just like that .

Suppose someone says, " I do not understand !
As well - solved
Total lose !
And fly to the bride-price !
Well not all of the capital,
Not abroad! "

She replied: " Nonsense "
After all, she had a friend there.
Everything else - Trin-Trava !
She's right .

Nor that I do not data -
I, in general , too
Not too old -
But I'm not going to Magadan
With the sole violin
And without a guitar .

I only sing about the city,
But I , alas, like so weak -
Collect sneak a suitcase
And - to Magadan !

A pity that did not bring !
That would have a room !
I'd pretended - convoy.
Nobody had not realized
I'd saved .

Placing your hand on the heart :
I accompanied the lives of many ,
But to argue with destiny -
Such first time.

Such are not afraid of cold .
They snow - that the foam
All on the knee !
They are ready for borders
And for a change ,

And I will give them a telegram .
They're both now there
Where night misses the cats ,
Where to drink " Agdam " ...

My girlfriend fly to Magadan
Alone ,
And to me from God given destiny -
Not a day without a line !

After all, someone has to sing about the ladies
That fly to Magadan.
And if not , I will repay them tribute ,
Then who then?

I hit in the knee as a tom-tom ...
And maybe , too - to Magadan ?
Jerk , not looking on the trail ?
Yes, that really there ...
Adieu , madame !