Гришковец Евгений - Настроение улучшилось - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

When the mood is bad, I am so easily and with pleasure annoyed, and nowhere to hide, and everything hurts, and even scratches. And if you go to the bookstore in such a mood, then nothing will work to choose. Because you come in and see - there is something at all good books. What books! Even if you go to the supermarket, and you walk, you walk along these endless shelves, and you think that there is nothing at all, there is nothing to buy at all!

But I just don’t want anything, so there is nothing to buy. But you earned money. You earned them, you did not find them, they did not give them to you. Therefore, we must somehow please yourself. And you buy a bottle of kefir or mineral water, and you go to the checkout. And a woman sits behind the cash register. With a large hairstyle, a brilliant golden tooth - one that is easiest to be annoyed. But for some reason she cheerfully took the money from you, somehow joked in her own way, you were on duty in response, and she laughed at this joke, laughed truly, loudly and fun ...

And the mood improved.

Or you go on the subway or on the bus. And the people are with a bit, and all the places are occupied, and everyone is far away, and therefore everyone reads some stupid books and vulgar magazines. And you are annoyed, and you think - how can you read such rubbish or solve these idiotic crosswords, what is it?! But the train or the bus stopped, and some man slammed the book, got up and went out, and the place next to you was freed, and there was neither a disabled person, nor an old woman, nor pregnant women nearby ... You calmly sat down, and felt the remaining warmth of that person, who just came out.

And the mood improved.

Or you raced in a strong stream of cars, approached the city, but suddenly you cut you off, and rushed forward with a big Mercedes with tinted windows, with some kind of such number-three triples, three fives or three sixes-in general, with some kind of difficult number. He rushed off, and you moved on the side of the road, drowned the engine, caught his breath, put the pulse in order, remembered the most terrible words, and even spoke to himself, addressing them thereby, which travel with tinted windows. Then he started leisurely and went. And after some 15 minutes, you drove past the very Mercedes who stood by the side of the road, and a policeman stood nearby, and something harshly said to the stocky owner of dark glasses. You drove by, looked at this picture ...

And the mood improved.

Or you rode along a deserted night highway, and felt the road with the hands of headlights, and saw how, with some country road, ahead, drove a car to you, and blinded you with its high light. And you thought - well, what kind of goat! That he cannot turn off the highlight?! And at that moment the person invisible to you switched to the neighbor, and it turned out that you would blind him with your distant ones. And you also switched, and you drove a friend to meet a friend, and it was not visible, a man there or a woman while driving, what age ... But it became clear that a good person had just passed by.

And the mood improved.

And when you do not have time for all day, and, it seems, you let everyone down, and fight like a fish about ice, about this day. And you stand in a traffic jam, very late somewhere, show the turn, but they don’t let you in, because everyone is in a hurry somewhere, and you are in despair knock on the steering wheel, you will have curses through your teeth ... But suddenly some tired uncle on your own The old truck blinked to you with headlights, and waved, they say, come on, go, and you fell out of the place, but managed to show an open palm, and the peasant smiled ...

And the mood improved.

And if you sat for a long time somewhere in the park, on a bench, and smoked ... But you did not throw cigarette butts under the bench, did not trample them into the path, but collected them in an empty pack. Or he walked along the alley, chewing a chewing gum that was tired, but did not spit it on the path, but reached the urn, spat it there, threw the cigarette butts there ... And I thought to myself: but I still ... a decent person, and I still have it You can live in this world. You can still.