Эх заманили песня текст
Обновлено: 19.09.2024
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Я помню: первый раз пошёл в поход.
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Насильно взяли папа меня с мамой.
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И целый день – прикрывшийся панамой-
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мы всё ползли, куда сам чёрт не разберёт.
Как проклятые шли мы без дорог
и я холодным потом обливался,
под рюкзаком от тяжести склонялся
и всё шептал, присевши на пенёк:
И я сказал себе: «Ведь я не идиот
и заманить меня вам больше не удастся».
«Пойдём, - сказали мне, - на лодочке кататься».
Так я попал в байдарочный поход.
И я крутил их со слезами на глазах,
а вечерами пел им песни про дороги,
а у меня уже давно болели ноги
и попа вся была в кровавых волдырях.
Но не могу покоя я найти.
Зовут к себе бескрайние просторы.
Теперь готов я подниматься в горы
и на Байкал под парусом идти.
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I remember : the first time went to the campaign.
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Forcibly took my dad with my mom.
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And the whole day - to cover panamoy-
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we're crawling , where the devil himself only knows .
Like hell we were no roads
and I was sweating cold sweat ,
under a backpack leaning on the severity
all whispered , crouching on a tree stump :
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"Oh, lured , oh, lured !
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Hung on the back of a large backpack !
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And muck some fed,
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and out of the tent I do not got nothing . "
And I said to myself, " I'm not an idiot
and get me you do not succeed . "
" Come on - tell me - on a boat ride ."
So I ended up in the canoe trek .
And I realized that I was out of luck again .
Wet , froze . And they have vodka , though drown !
Said: " On , son, heating of ."
And it was in my hands a huge paddle.
Oh, lured , oh, lured !
Hung on the back of a large backpack !
And muck some fed,
and out of the tent I do not got nothing.
Then he bought me a bicycle
and taught how to ride something .
Had to hike two weeks spill the beans :
" Pedal ! - I cried - Karapet ! "
And I turned them with tears in his eyes ,
and in the evenings they sang songs about the road,
and I have long legs ached
and the priest was all bloody blisters .
Oh, lured , oh, lured !
Hung on the back of a large backpack !
And muck some fed,
and out of the tent I do not got nothing.
Told me : "So you - the tourist already , dude,
but the beauty of the Ural mountains were not admired ! "
So I once again succumbed to the entreaties of their
and , like a fool , went skiing on Konzhak .
In the coffin, I saw the beauty of the Urals !
I kneaded drifts like dough mom Luba .
Frost 30 ! I nearly did not give it " oak "
escaping the fact that there was a fireman on the stove .
Oh, lured , oh, lured !
Hung on the back of a large backpack !
And muck some fed,
and out of the tent I do not got nothing.
And anywhere else I will not go !
I am cursed with a backpack goodbye .
On the compass , as on the cross , swore
that I 'd rather burn in hell !
But I can not rest , I find.
Name to his endless expanses .
Now I'm ready to go up into the mountains
Baikal and go sailing .
Oh , call , oh , call !
Huge backpack I am ready to wear.
And muck some feed .
I learned to get out of the tent !
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