2017.08.26.
Like in Sovet Movie
(Dialogue from the movie 'Kalina Krasnaya' (Red Viburnum))-So, how long did you spend?(1)
-Last time, hm, I spend five years.
-Well, you're an accountant with such hands? I don't believe.
-I've trained them there, you know, sewed-sewed the slippers.
-With such hands only broke the locks, not to saw the slippers
-Well, you say.
[Brutto]
Let's invent final like in sovet movie,
So everyone wanna cry, but it'll funny
Mother cries: 'Son!' and huggs
And titles stagger little bit
Joy is a man, man has a tip
I'm a whiz, I think like father think the same
Ranks is not enough for me, I need your honor
I'll looking for it till the end, where it is
So I'm a guy of old hardening
In a new fitted suit
After all, we dreamed to became like Gagarin
Yura, we all have fucked up
Well we from different countries, after all:
Ukraine, Azerbaijan,
But when we watch Russia vs Canada hockey,
We cheer for ours, guys
Keep those who are close
And bury those who are near, near
To live better than all - I don't need it
To live as an injection: it hurts, but it is necessary
[Ves]
Let's imagine life like in sovet movie
So all for one and one for all like wall
And when the loved ones with wet eyes
Let this joy be to all this guilt
I don't care, that I'm not became one, what needs
Even the palm's up on the first desks
If I go home, I'll not walk back
So hide, count to one hundred, guys
Guys has hide, so can't find them
And the sonorous laughter of childhood has calm down for a long time
And the walls of our apartments has soaked in the sadness
Driver, stop, let me go
I didn't measure my life - the meter can't be rewound
And I do not believe, like Moscow doesn't believe in tears,
That can return time, but I clearly know,
That wounds can't heal, no mater, how many would we licked them
And when my father spoke of caliber
I thought it was about a bird, because was naive
And finish, save, Lord
As in 'Flying in a dream and in reality' with Yankovsky
[Tipsy Type]
Crush on the pieces the island of the dream, they created monsters
'Kentos' tattooed sideways, now the tongue is sharp
Moscow doesn't believe in tears - it is, and hell with it, with Oscar
We are waiting for you on a post-Soviet stage, bosses
Here the bare namesake draft of coke dose for fifty
Brothers funny, run a splinter in your nose
Don't touch the diller, for the scout is hard to ask
He 'Call back' request will reset in case of what
And there'll not be enough for you, through those who are in the New Year
Spread pate from sprat on bread watching Ryazanov's movie
Did not know neither the singing Liverpool nor the dirty New York
Then all over again. 'Where's the granny?' - I'm for her
Strong phrase lives, weak immediately rotting
The country of contrasts is not honey, but ice in the bosom
The cloudy year was issued and what is waiting for there
There is no color screen. Like May honey
A warm plaid lulled slowly,no need a pill to do this
Flashlights throw light on scraps of objects, rarely
It's temporary, at the end everything will be like in Soviet movie
Usual life in unusual with a wind blow
(Dialogue from the movie 'Kalina Krasnaya' (Red Viburnum))
-Egor, honey.
-Come on, Lyuba, come on, these are just the words. Words are worthless.
-Well, did you think up all this now, or what?..
-No, I did not. Only you listen to people less. Listen, but skip the words, otherwise you are very trusting. Have you ever been deceived?
-No, and who, Lord?
Tibor from QS-FB