Stupil brodiaga na kryl'tso i postuchalsia v dver' -
"Gostiam ia rad!" - skazal starik, "no, paren', mne ne ver'!
Ty budesh' syt i otdokhniosh' u deda na pechi!"
"Dolzhno byt', ded, ty ehto vriosh'!"
"Nu, milyj, ne vzyshchi!"
E A H
Brodiaga sel na zhiostkij stul - "Chetviortyj den' v puti!
E A H
Ty, ded, so mnoiu ne shuti, sogrej i priiuti!"
A H E C'm
"Ne smeiu gostiu otkazat', chto khochesh' - to prosi!
A H A H E
A luchshe v pogreb polezaj, kartoshki prinesi!"
"Ia star, khodit' mne tiazhelo" - skazal on parniu vsled.
Zakrylas' dver', i v tot zhe mig raskhokhotalsia ded.
Ochnuvshis' v pogrebe syrom, brodiaga zastonal.
Ob pol granitnyj golovoj on s lestnitsy upal!
Pripev:
A H E C'm
V komnate teplo, uiutno, vsiudu chistota!
A H C'm
Khochet ded sebe ustroit' prazdnik!
A H E C'm
Iz pod stula dostaiot on chiornogo kota:
A H E C'm
"Kak dela, usatyj moj prokaznik!"
I krov' stekaet po litsu iz ssadiny na lbu.
"No pochemu priviazan on veriovkami k stolbu?"
"Ty ne umriosh'" - skazal starik, zatachivaia nozh.
No paren' opustil glaza, on ponial - ehto lozh'…
Pripev.
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