Боржч - история у пруда - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Yesterday I got drunk. I called all over Moscow and nowhere did they tell me: “Yes, Lyosha! Yes! Come here - now your hair will stand on end and your jaw will drop and you yourself will drop!” Nobody. I cried bitter, burning, drunken tears. large ones wrapped around my fists and I shook my fists. With shouts - “Go to hell! I was sold! Betrayed! Drank away!” - I rushed from the benches straight into the pond. took off his pants and T-shirt, abandoned his guitar, random passers-by, his second skin, and friends shouting something - and swam, swam... - . "What the FUCK?! Is spring over?" – already in the morning the best friend of humanity got to the bottom of me. “Eternal fucking,” I answered him, “it doesn’t end.” And he has a face like a monkey’s ass. red and deranged. I sit and grieve. No pants. While I was swimming in the pond-like spaces, I was stuck with just a T-shirt, shorts and a pile of unfinished bottles collected. At least some kind of joy. The homeless man stood around for a while, pulled the bales onto the asphalt, rummaged around, took out a jacket, sweatpants and threw them to me - That’s right - he says - who the hell will it end? we got used to it and where we got the taste of this life, and where we couldn’t even imagine ourselves. in distant lands, drifting among strange circumstances, in a puddle of a big city) - . "What the FUCK?! Spring is over