Пётр Мамонов - Ученичок - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The student asked: dissolve in being or dissolving in oblivion - is it all the same?

The teacher said: I don't know.

Guests came to the student’s birthday, his classmates - 2 girls and 3 boys.

The treat consisted of 7 pieces of biscuit cake and 5 bottles of Baikal water.

One girl ate 2 pieces of cake and drank 1.5 bottles of Baikal water.

And one of the three boys, on a dispute, drank all the rest of the water and said that he could still.

The guys did not get the cake, 1 whole piece remained and 1 bitten.

After the treats, the guys played “opinions” and “Balda”.

The birthday was interesting and fun.

Interesting and fun.

When the guests parted, the student was left alone and began to think.

In the beginning, he thought: where to look?

Indeed, in all directions, forward and back, right and left, up and down, lice and deep, the stupid space of our arrhythmic efforts and claims unfolds - where to look?

Where to look?

Mother gave the student 1 ruble and ordered him to buy 2 packets of milk for 16 kopecks and a loaf of Riga bread in the store, if there is.

And if not?

Then half a boohaka black, only depositions.

The student did everything as his mother ordered him-he bought 2 packages of milk and half a boobyk of Borodino bread (there was still no Riga).

Arriving home, the student gave his mother purchases and surrender from one ruble, though not all (his mother allowed him to leave copper money at home).

Then he sat down by the window and began to think: the circle was outlined ... and nowhere ... But if you think properly, then there will be the only possible solution. While other voices persistently recall that you are not alone here.

You are not alone here.

The student went to school.

After he came to school, he entered the classroom, sat down at his desk.

There was a drawing lesson. The student began to draw a cup in his album.

The teacher said that the drawing is not bad. And he praised the student for his drawing.

Then the bell rang, and the students went to change.

The student remained in the class alone and began to think: twelve in the night, about one hundred and twenty.

Then he thought: the joy of no one who did not recognize from us leaves the back, while something like this again and reminds of himself again

Then he thought: gradually becoming closer to the cherished line, whether we will acquire each other in the face, while the time is not narrowing, not stretching, and you will no longer understand what.

You will not understand what when.

The teacher said: I don't want to talk anymore.

The student said: if the teacher does not say anymore, then what will we pass?

The teacher said: does the sky say? And four seasons go, and things are born. Does the sky say?

The wind tries to play with the tops of the trees such a thing, after which they will not recover soon. While becoming more and more understandable - you can’t collect bones!