Вася Обломов - Магадан - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My place of work is called the cafe "at the beaver". Every day at 20 pm I appear for the synthesizer, I play a lot of old Soviet garbage. Women ask for a granite pebble in their chests, men order "Vladimir Central" Once I ordered it once in a row alone. No matter how I look, the work is not a fountain, or my pianist’s friend is the head of the Garanyan. In general, I am with a higher musical education, my parents were well engaged in my upbringing, but I could not find better work: here or a chief accountant or courtyard of revenge. The program is typical, neither give nor take, and every day someone gets fiddled and begins to pester me. And in order to somehow diversify my own trackist, I decided to sing my songs, because I am a vocalist. I composed a song, I sometimes sing it for local Armenians. The song about how the thief was closed, a tearful such story with a simple refrain: I’m going to Magadan. Going to Magadan! To Magadan! The song is shit, of course, but the locals like, they say, I have talent, and I have to become famous. Already crowds at the entrance to the Cafe "At the Beaver", everyone is waiting for my person, everyone meets me with a bang. The owner of the "beaver" is satisfied, the grandmothers flowed to the river, fired the session singer, raised me a bet, you say, only, Vasya, Sing, Vasya, Sing! We began to sell my song in ringtones, people in uniform come to concerts. Magadan sounds over the Black Sea coast. I really got up, I am a real kid! Going to Magadan! To Magadan! So I sing this track Potanin on the reserve, I am satisfied with the check, recommends me to all his oligarch friends. You heard? He recommends me to all his oligarch friends! I have a song of the year! I have a gold gramophone! I do not believe my eyes, but this is not a dream, here the Minister of Culture lifts the glass, and you will not believe: from his iPhone 3g it sounds triumphantly: going to Magadan! To Magadan! But unfortunately, I remained the author of one hit. One, but one that our whole immense country knows.