Белые столбы текст песни
Обновлено: 19.09.2024
Первача я взял ноль-восемь, взял халвы,
Пару «рижского» и керченскую сельдь,
И отправился я в Белые Столбы
На братана да на психов поглядеть.
А братан уже встречает в проходной,
Он меня за опоздание корит,
Говорит – давай скорей по одной,
Тихий час сейчас у психов, – говорит.
Шизофреники – вяжут веники,
А параноики – рисуют нолики,
А которые просто нервные,
Те спокойным сном спят, наверное.
И по выходке, и по роже мы
Завсегда с тобой были схожими,
Тебе ж нет в Москве вздоха-продыха,
Поживи здесь, как в доме отдыха».
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** ВПШ - Высшая партийная школа, вуз ЦК КПСС. Blastbrew I took a zero-eight , took halva
A couple of " Riga " and Kerch herring,
And I went to the White Columns
On Bro yes to look loonies .
Ah, life psychos , so any would live :
You want - you go to sleep , and you want - sing the song !
Granted them like literature *
To Stalin , whom Hitler !
A bro already met in passing ,
He reproaches me for being late ,
Says - let's quickly one by one,
Quiet time now loonies - says .
Schizophrenics - knit brooms,
A paranoid - painted toe ,
And that just nervous,
Those restful sleep sleep , probably.
Only accepted on the first Pervatsch -
So Bro directly thrown into depression ,
Says he slaughters the chief doctor
That he , bitch , do not let him go to Moscow !
And he did not train in Moscow for songs
He should straighten pension
He Moscow has legitimate ,
And one is - familiar .
We moved the beer , ate herring,
Koskhalvoy ate this thing ,
Bro here and tells me, " Sen and Sen ,
Tarry you here for me a day or two !
And the trick, and in the face we
You always were similar with you ,
Well you do not have to breath - prodyha Moscow ,
Tarry here, as in the rest home . "
Here bro takes sneaker and gown,
He stirs my hair gently ,
A bathrobe on me - well, exactly right in ,
Just like me gown sewn !
A bro - a jacket , and to train
I bulavochkoy - money to the belt
And I go to myself in front of everybody ,
And I really - rest not sin!
Silence on white light , silence,
I go and meditate , slowly, -
Whether I become president of the United States,
Either take to finish IPS ** yes ! .
Ah, life psychos , so any would live :
You want - you go to sleep , and you want - sing the song !
Provided to us like literature ,
To Stalin , whom Hitler ! ..
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