Сергей Дроботенко - Новый год, или 10 дней, которые опять потрясли мир - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Dear friends, I wrote such a comic chronicle under the name "New Year, or 10 days that shocked the world again." December 31, 9 pm. You sit down at the festive table. Then the memory breaks off. January 1, early morning, 16:00. In the transparent ringing silence, an ominous rattle is heard - this is your eyelids. The nose is completely clogged with a serpentine and candy. You approach the mirror and understand: the year has come. On the way to the kitchen, you meet a spouse - she is in a nightie and in beads from the Christmas tree. You pass by without recognizing each other. Breakfast with an Olivier salad, with obvious signs of the Sacondd Hand. January 2. On TV, Maxim Galkin. In the place of the cat - sturgeon and black caviar. The cat itself, with traces of ice cream and lipstick, sleeps on the Christmas tree instead of a star. The mustache is connected by a serpentine, Bengal lights are tied to the tail. Tail in Opalins. January 3. On TV, Maxim Galkin. A photograph of the mother -in -law is deduced by labels from Maracan tangerines. The condition of the ceiling suggests that it was apparently not interesting to launch firecrackers on the street. 4 January. Maybe you are crazy? For the first time in your life, you want to work! The mirror shows the devil, on TV ... Feature film. In the title role, Maxim Galkin. 5 January. For the first time in the new year, the cat woke up. I tried to remember what was with him on New Year's Eve - I could not. But just in case, he did not go down from the Christmas tree. 6th January. It becomes scary at the thought that at night, it will be necessary to celebrate Christmas. A malevolent thought came to mind - to conjure the cat at night ... The cat has not yet realized anything. He is still on the Christmas tree, watching Maxim Galkin on TV. Jan. 7. It seems that our government, with its New Year's non-stop, managed what Gorbachev did not succeed with its dry law. Russians can no longer drink! In a fit of wild nostalgia, you crawl to the door of the stabbed office, sob at the entrance. You meet there seven more colleagues. Brate. You can remove the program "Wait for me." Someone offers a drink - he is made by harakiri. January 8. From alcohol in the house there was only tea. The last time you think for three. For three this is: you, cat and Maxim Galkin on the screen. January 9. The happiest day of the year - you are going to work. Faces shine with happiness for everyone except the cat. The cat first carefully examined his tail, said nothing. He decided that he would take revenge a few days later, when a strange holiday comes, the name of which has not yet been translated into any foreign language - the old New Year. You know, the old New Year is not a holiday, it is a control shot at the liver.