Михайил Жванецкий - О мате. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

About the mother.

We congratulate ourselves - less and less pleasure in Ham, everything is already the field of his activity.

Ours takes.

What was his buzz?

Spray suddenly, so that everyone's jaw drops and hands fall.

So that the faces are blue in the crazy search for an answer.

It was so.

At the time of stay in the crowd of soft, educated ladies, lawyers-s.

But, thank God, these times have passed.

Now Ham receives widespread daily rebuff.

There is no one to pale

The fragile violinist in the bus turns and crashes between the mouth and eye of the sailor-technology so that it is barking in front of his eyes, bursts, lets out terrible blue smoke and falls into a snowdrift.

Two tender schoolgirls of the semantal age and look so shied off with obscenities in response to the short word of the dense alcoholic, accompanying the proposal to move away, that, not listening to the girls’s answer and received a portfolio with skates on the head, the man walked through the closed door.

We congratulate ourselves - the audience ceased to break up into speakers and listeners. All road users are united.

The presence in the hands of the basement or Romain Rollan does not give Ham the opportunity to hope that he has an intelligent person.

The reinforced karate classes and knowledge of the mat without a dictionary bringing the hour of universal tram equality.

The negligence gave rise to deficiency, the deficit - theft, theft - rudeness, rudeness - negligence, which gave rise to deficiency. Hence the exit from the closed circle, which should be, but it must be sought.

In the meantime, on the eve of the disappearance of Ham as an individual, a separate team successfully replaces it.

Globility is not rudeness

© M.M. Zhvanetsky.

Globility is not rudeness, this is what is formed from the combination of rudeness and ignorance with cowardice and impudence.

Drill, sorry, so inherent in many of some that we often meet and suffer from this.

We starve from hunger, we get sick from the disease, from the cold there is freezing, from the redness we suffer.

Unless, of course, you are unlucky and you are quiet, polite, disappearing from nicknames and frequent mentions of your mother ...