Ves' Mir Soshel s Uma.

V shest' utra menya razbudit gimnom moj sosed.      E | E
YA vstayu na raskladushke, golyj, kak atlet.         E | E
Gimn doslushav do konca, ya podhozhu k oknu i vizhu:  A | E
Mama, ves' mir soshel s uma.                       H A | E

YA lovlyu vpot'mah na kuhne svoj sbezhavshij mokasin;
Iz oboih kranov v vannoj hleshchet kerosin;
Otkryvayu holodil'nik - a ottuda tank! Krichu ya:
"Mama!!! Ves' mir soshel s uma!"

Ha kustah sidit vorona v rozovyh trusah!
Sverlyat sputniki-shpiony dyrki v nebesah,
I v Dushanbe metut meteli - v Murmanske zhara; net, tochno,
Mama, ves' mir soshel s uma.

Vse v prirode sikos'-nakos', vse poshlo ne tak.
Lyudi, zveri, pticy, ryby, gady - naperekosyak;
Vse bredut po avtostradam, i poet ih hor, ty slyshish':
"Mama! Ves' mir soshel s uma!"

{I.92, Odessa}
(c) Stepan M. Pechkin 1996
Last-modified: Fri, 02 May 1997 13:23:27 GMT