Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Телефонный разговор

Listen, yes! Hello! What a joke this morning?
I? Why surprised? I even very happy.
I even smoke. Hello, it passed a hundred years.
One hundred years have passed, I say. I'm in no hurry, no.
Payphone her,
Phone on the table from me,
This autumn, it's the stubble,
Melting snow yesterday.
What do we have for the business? But somehow all dispersed,
Vera gave birth, Slava divorced.
I got separated, Sasha went to Paris,
All cases in turmoil. Well, what are you silent?
Is it true what they say ..? And who is he, since it is no secret?
A Navy officer, in general, burning brunette.
And as the son she called? Thank you expected.
So life is good? Everything went without a trace?