Роман Трахтенберг - Все меняется - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Alas, everything changes, everything flows. Previously, in order to see a woman’s ass, you had to move her panties, now, in order to see her panties, you need to spread your ass. Metamorphoses, that’s how people are born and die. Is this how they used to glue a woman? They came up and said: “Shall we dance for tea, coffee?” Now what are they saying? "Beer, vodka, let's have sex?" Yes, everything really is changing, even the “I love you” computer virus in Russia has changed and taken on a new form of “fuck you.” I recently had a drink with a psychologist, he told me: “Roma, if a twelve-year-old boy in Russia does not swear, it means one of two things: he is deaf or crazy. Cities and civilizations are being erased, the line between city and countryside is being erased, and only the Russian people , as he swore, he continues to live with profanity. Kozma Prutkov once used to say: “You cannot embrace the immensity, you cannot comprehend the incomprehensible and you cannot cram in the incomprehensible.” But I will try to fit all this into one short poem in prose. Nineteenth century, Russia . Train Moscow - St. Petersburg, compartment. On the third shelf the orderly is sleeping, on the second shelf the military general is sleeping - his chest is covered in medals, opposite him is the priest, below the butt with his daughter. The orderly gets off the third shelf and says: “Your honor, allow me to piss !" He says: "Go!" The priest goes downstairs and says: "How can he not be ashamed? Here you are - a military general, your chest is decorated with medals, and he “piss” in front of you. I am a holy man, I earned my bald head by studying, and he “pissed” in front of me. My wife, the priest, is an honest woman, she married me as a girl, she has never cheated on me in her life, and he “pissed” in front of her. My daughter is an immaculate dove, knowing no sin, and he “pissed” in front of her. The general says: “Calm down, dad, when he comes back, I’ll make a suggestion.” The orderly returns: “Your honor, allow me to report, I pissed!” The general stands up: “Oh, you fucking asshole! Who the hell am I to you? A dog’s dick or a military general, fucking breasts are lavished with medals, and you “piss” in front of me! What do you mean, a horse’s butt glistens in the sun or your father’s bald head a saint, praying for our fucking deeds, and you "piss" in front of him! Who is this for you? A whore on the fence or the wife of the saint's father, who married him intact, who did not give pussy to her neighbor, and you "piss" in front of her! Who is this for you? A whore a minor or an immaculate virgin who hasn’t held a dick in her mouth, and you, whore, “piss” in front of her... Well, damn, march to the third regiment and don’t take a piss all the way to St. Petersburg!”