Дмитрий Белоцерковский - Утро - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

(little finger on G) G D Em C

Morning, toilet, bed, comb, washbasin

again a new clear day, I roll my sleeping bag into a cylinder

I drank tea, put a backpack on my shoulders, evening was just around the corner

Well, at dawn I left the house like a shot of buckshot

Not a day goes by that I have nothing to do

tight on schedule, meeting people and making speeches

So that I can become wealthy, carelessly drinking away my liver

Dying old and tired, remembering how I thought I was eternal..

Chorus.

C D Am D G / G D C

And everything seems fine, but please explain to me

Why do I come across such inappropriate girls?

pam pam couples.. inappropriate girls

oooh - oh... fuck what inadequate girls.

C D G D C (fifths) D

One has not yet grown up, although she is already twenty-one,

we can talk about anything, but we don’t want to have sex

We don’t see even a hint of intimacy, and we insist,

that there is nothing more important at all except “study” - “nicotine” ..

the other chatted for an hour after meeting and drinking

I decided that I’m not tormented at all by conscience or guilt

and do it on a dark night in the middle of a kindergarten room

generally normal, especially after a bottle of vodka and with a fat girlfriend without shaving her pussy

at the entrance, the granny guard's eyes cost five rubles

it’s very strange that they let us in and didn’t turn us away as cunts

I’m still in deep shock, but I don’t feel sorry

not everyone can say that they did this in kindergarten with a teacher

The third bites her lips and nose when, in a fit of passion, she kisses deeply

loves one - bites another, loves one - bites another,

loves one - bites another, loves one - bites another,

The question of honor here is perhaps a rhetorical question.

From the fourth beauty who asked for tea at night

it smelled so bad that out of two evils I chose tea

Tea tastes better, you know it, Tea tastes better, you know it

At least it smells like tea, at least it smells like tea,

It's a pity that he doesn't have tits, two big, beautiful tits

No, but it doesn’t stink, it doesn’t stink, just know that.

C Am / G D

Fifth beauty, I like it in all respects,

but baby, I'll tell you straight - you're a log.

Oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

param pam pam pam... - log.

I had a girlfriend who once came from caressing her earlobe...

And you are a log... oh - oh her, - a log.

(take back) Em D G D6 //// C Am G D

Here we are, slowly but surely moving towards the finish line

From such bright cases, the desire to get acquainted is no longer the same

It’s not that I didn’t want to, Sisyphus also endured a lot

But after the last episode, I'm a little freaked out...

We met by chance, after some couple of years

walked through the park, rustling leaves, sunshine

but then, one day I was going to another meeting,

gently questioned the need to meet halfway

We would have saved everything, some extra ten minutes

as if two endless eternities flash by during this time

but after the meeting she was nowhere to be seen from the snowstorm

this princess has been blowing my mind all evening

G Em C D

To whom is a piece of the frontal lobe, and to whom the cerebellum?

there's still pituitary gland left, let's salt it and hook it

C D G Em

Spinning overboard, with a bottle cap, panties and a bra in the sidecar

mouth shut and silent, again the relay in the head clicks

The echo echoes through the skull and the afftar of the pedestrian istcho.

So many grievances, presented so many, so many reproaches that I’m wrong

Doesn't your beard bother you? But there’s something I don’t like about your disposition.

the guy is always wrong a priori, I know for sure, I read somewhere

In general, the Ministry of Health told me.

You're a gentleman, why don't you offer the first one yourself?

only heaven dares to question unappealing truths

what you say there doesn’t matter, honey only flows through the mustache

third date, again without sex, why aren’t you a boy?!

C G D G

Especially for people like you, I say - go fuck yourself

Ooooooh... go fuck yourself

Oooh-oooo... go fuck yourself

with such hellishness in your head, go to hell!

(recitative)

If I had been left on the island of feast