Мухомор - Грум Еупов - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

They say that the cattle are deserted and have eaten all the outstanding pumice. So, Eupov may be a groom, but not one of those! It would literally be a stone's throw to De Gogol Square, when he suddenly boomed:

- Dashingly, Shakhrikhan, many times your peer, hello, that’s it!

It was the strictly strategic Shahrikhan who came to meet him halfway without compensation.

- Blasphemous, but hello! Is not it?

Crispy handshakes, and they appropriately enter the entire De Gogol Square, where the Artillery School of Academic Rowing (ASHAG) has already been built at the front. In the center of the square, near a high pit in the shape of a neck, a pumice trader (apparently also a professional military man) stands and quickly listens as he walks. The inauguration is in full swing. Eupov puts his elbow in, the pumice merchant carefully wipes off the nitro paint from him and scatters it in the wind. A boy on buskins brings a glass of mumiyo to Eupov and he drains it to the volleys of a perfect culverin!

Grotesque! In short, flat and pathetic, and not at all like patterns. In principle, this is good, even impeccable, but the doubling is obvious.

Just don't think anything bad. In other words, our groom takes a tasty rump out of his pocket and, despite the heat, begins to eat it. This is the tradition. A thin-faced Tonkinese man approaches him with a tray of tuk, tapping the tuk with his little cookie. On the tray there are already selected parts in talcum powder, a sweaty pump and a dusty Kalkash!

Groom Eupov must choose... Even friend Shahrikhan buried himself in the crowd. De Gogol Square was polyphonically silent, where could she come up with the idea? One big step - and everything is gone! The groom's udder protruded from the tension at the withers.

Eupov approached the tray in detail and choked, creaking his pupils. He athletically lifted the sweaty pump and sucked the Kalkash into it. Then he took a selected part, inserted it into the hole and pressed his ear to it with his thigh. The square, which had been silent to the last degree, suddenly opened its mouths wildly and roared, praising the unique groom! From the crowd, Shahrikhan rushed to him free of charge with congratulations on the inevitability.

- Without demanding a reward, I will say that there is no one more incomparable than you. Give up utopianism, call them imaginary speech!

Groom Eupov evasively threw back his palm, and everything calmed down at once.

- Be silent!!! Stand!!! Suck!!! Where did you go?!! Why is there no patrol?!! I groan everyone!!! For keeping the Khan's chord!!! Each family gets a piece of pumice!!! Dont clear?!! I don't give a fuck!!! Remove everything!!! Tsits!!!... I punish everyone with karma!!! Out!!! Get out!!! Wow!!!

Eupov’s voice seemed to break and the groom had already, in fact, completely calmed down, which is debatable! His speech continued for almost a second, but so what? Nothing! He was definitely tired and followed the trail further. Shahrikhan shuffled after him, despite the cooing cries, identifying them from the crowd.

De Gogol Square was behind them!