Текст песни Валерий Петряев - старая бабка

And do not be afraid of the old grandmother,
With rolled for you
In creaking catafalque
With stainless braid.
Do not chase her out of the house,
Kohl came - where to go?
Three shovels,
Yes wooden bed.
Three shovels,
Yes wooden bed.

Someone will say: "In the past the term"
Who will cry who smolchit.
The last road
For not to go
Would lead you away from fatigue and troubles
Lame friend.
Knoll, a cross, but the portrait.
Lame friend.
Knoll, a cross, but rub.

Let your friends take up the stack
And resentment simple.
After the third glass of vodka
Zagomonyat louder.
Let drunk till you drop.
Do not scold them, do not judge.
Silver fence
Yes, paper wreaths.
Silver fence
Yes, paper wreaths.

White paint with black ribbons
Forgotten the word.
It can be seen in the life we ​​so rarely
They said they were then.
Take care of each other well!
In this world, everything is perishable.
Hammer walked in a circle
Tuk - tuk - tuk, well, that's all.
Hammer is a circle
Tuk - tuk - tuk, but that's all.

And do not be afraid of the old grandmother,
With rolled for you
In creaking catafalque
With stainless braid.
Do not chase her out of the house,
Kohl came - where to go?
Three shovels,
Yes wooden bed.
Three bayonet shovels,
Yes wooden bed.