Владимир Листомиров - Здравствуйте, мне семнадцать. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hello, I’m seventeen, no, I'm not crazy, Bredbury Ray, apparently lied, hello, hello to me seventeen, and I look at things, as if they were burned and the ash instead of them.

I don’t know how to cry, and laugh too, I'm indifferent to the light, and I do not care about darkness, if the sun goes out, I will feel the skin, let me have to touch poison, acid and mercury. Let them burn the palms, pour the veins with the thread, and instead of thin fingers, the bone whites the bone with snow, I am still seventeen, and I can pretend that instead of pain I choose anger. Well, in fact, I don’t know how to get angry, I don’t even know how ... In general, nothing, I do not teach Chopin and I don’t read a niche, I am no artist and a zero player in chess, bone, by the way, by the way. And in the checkers, too, maybe in the billiards desktop, maybe in the preference, even when I get a joker in the deck, I will be able to easily lose. I do not swear obscenities and do not fight over Vienna, I do not smoke cigars, and I do not drink wine, I am in my body just an extremely irreparable captive, the one that is not even nervous to calm the chills.

Maybe you want to help, if, of course, in the power? Only now the help of neighbors is the destiny of the saints. I whisper to you desperately in my ear: "Help!" They answer me: "You know, you ask others. We can’t make gifts to everyone, spend the time of time, pour fir trees on you. Do you want to send an envelope (only with a reverse brand) and ask the city of the city to stop stones. You can later go to the sky Send with a bird, only in the line of the latter, with the inscription "Address" you will write shortly so as not to make a mistake: "To deliver this letter right to heaven."

The matter, of course, is stupid, only what the hell is not joking? (or, who knows, maybe he is joking there and not the devil), I get a notebook - a torn sheet in essence, and begin to present my own report: