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реж. Олег Гусев I ll get up quetly Sliping into the kitchen While my head bursting up With the memory lost Looking throug the window I watch at the men sitting at a playground under the parasol (special iron umbrella for children) Trying to make this day practical (drinking vodka) But only wrinkles are multiplying Chorus Let the harmonica plays sings About the cats scrabling deep inside the soul I ll galumph like a goat To make devils envy me I boozed recently Vodka vine captured me But now my devils are under control Like beavers at zoo I buzzed like bumblbee (it s to be drunked) Stared at the women I was stylish foxy if to compare With the hierarchy of a railway station terminal homelesses Chorus Rain taps at my window like a metromome Sun begins to fade by the God s wish My nerves are strung Like strings for clothes drying at the air The world flows like a liquid For the exception of me I m dry (sober) Hemed of alcohol (Подшиток) And coded too, mthfkrs I ve made it beeng drunked out
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