перерывпятьминут - lebowski - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I am recorded on the rigid disk of Moscow. It knocks out as a Soviet faceted glass, sold as a tired tape recorder. And I look at the subway after trains. Suddenly you go there, suddenly you are alone, I could at least look at your face. If you have come, I probably die, and you with your new twins. I am recorded in your notepad Molekin as a boy who still loves you. I wake up from the alarm clock in the morning, and you can not start, he will wake you up. I conquered an Everest for you, consisting of bottles of Ryazan beer, make me even more dead, call at five in the morning, I will no longer be happy. without you. Without your drunken jokes, without your drawings, without your embrace, I will be a new big Lebovski go to the store in a bathrobe. My meat is soy, though. I am already a vegetarian salad itself. Bring me out, kill for debts, hang like Saddam, declare sacred jihad. You are mine on September 11, not otherwise. And this is the boy that so much crying. In the store for the cashier forget the password from the credit card, you and I am two halves, in the theory of Fainen Ranevskaya. So began my life and ended my childhood, I spend every day in anticipation of the district, which will ask me what's new? And there will be nothing new, no one will open, the pseudopoet went home, leaving a note on the door in the communal, I am sick with you. I'm sick with you. And no one knows what kind of boy lived there, what kind of music he listened to whom he drank, permanently suffered and wrote that he was not living - it was better. And I buy a return ticket to life, complete misunderstandings and loans, everything is better, better loan, mortgage and live at work than these threads disappointments. No one sobs his shirt on Thursday, on Saturday, as well as on Tuesday. And all that is noise from me outside the window, this is the wind and in the trash the bud of the janitor. The thief does not rob to me, because I have already robbed me for a long time, leaving the RAR archive and souls, in the format of vulgar suffering without you. Without your drunken jokes, without your drawings and your embrace, I will be a new big Lebovski go to the store in a bathrobe.