On furlough rides a young sailor


Why do we have in the village
Do girls commotion?
Who raised their spozaranok,
Who could they so alarmed?
Goes on leave
The young sailor,
His chest with medals,
Tape anchors.

Across the river for slope
Girl stood in a crowd.
"Hello - all said in unison -
Black Sea, our hero! "
Every hand he shakes
And looking into the eyes,
And one laughs:
"Kissing is impossible!"

polegonku rest
The parents in the home.
Chorus girls sigh:
"We did not like him!"
Nothing to do with clothes,
Nothing to do with style -
In any girl
I do not love it!

He walks, he joked with everyone,
Frankly says:
"How to wake up, immediately Sea
My ears noise.
Where under the sun south
Boundless expanse,
Waiting for me girlfriend
Tender. " 1960