Дмитрий Гайдук - Музей спящих хиппи - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Imagine a straight flat. Type car type. In short, a global house, one half burned down, hairy fit on the other half.

Once in the evening, at the end of September, four piplovs are sitting on Flat and drink tea. Here they come two more and say: let's smoke. And those four say: Broken, dudes as you can smoke already. In short, if you want, go to the kitchen and smoke yourself. And these two go to the kitchen and hammer one oblique for two. Three Hapki becomes clear that one oblique for two will be much much. So the heel they bullshit and weak in the kitchen for the gas pipe.

Well, yes. In short, they forgot to the heel and go to drink tea. For a long time they go to themselves, in the end, they are tired and cut down.

Wake up after fifty years. And the circuit is all nishtyak, anarchy, froth and full ligaliz. Old bomzhnik stands under a glass cap; And here the piples wake up, go to the courtyard to pee and rest in the nose in this very cap. And both think almost at the same time: oh, wow. If the roof was - immediately in figs flew away!

It comes to them some kind of hairy and says: Blug, dudes, Monday is a hard day. The museum is closed, come in tomorrow. They answer him: Dude, do not drive, we came here yesterday, what else is there a museum. Hairy says: here for years already fifty do not fit anyone. This is the museum, in nature, the architectural monument of the end of the last century. Pipla thought and asked: and where can you drink here? Hairy says: Let's go show.

He leads them in a double - and along the tree tracks are three-meter, bumps with a fist of the magnitude. Pipla are only surprised that such a grass. Indyuha, probably. It would be necessary, they think, at least one shishchka to stir. Here the hairy intercepts their views and says: dudes, and maybe you are spawned? And then you are right as out of the hungry edge. Don't you come from the north? And they say: no, we are local, but it's still wanting to smoke. Hairy immediately pulls the scored jamb and blows every one just one Paraloz. And immediately will be brought to blow the second. And the piples are already hanging like two light bulbs, twice two four will not multiply. Hairy just laughs: Well, dudes, you, by God, not local. This is a double for girls, we can cook milk. And every way, such a domestic documens this jamb just like some kind of winecon with a filter.

Further there are ordinary planned layouts. Our pipes brake in black and do not be driving. Hairy is facing them, but in the shower it clearly envies that the dudes are so cool. And here they come to the hairy in the capture - it works like a watchman here. And in the captory sits a calm Gerl - thin, pale, eyes like tomatoes. In short, cool. And says: Oh, Pipla, what are you detented. Do you know who are like? On two hairy, which in our museum are lying. Two hundred years have been in full anabiosis, and how it turned out. "No one knows. If you want, you can joke. Pipeli respond: Send, piercing. And all the four of them go to look at the sleeping hippie.

But here they, of course, get out of the bummer, because there are no sleeping hippies on the spot. Hairy watchman on treason: how so there is no, in the morning there were, where did they go? And suddenly the general log is rolled through Flat: Hippie woke up! And here they are here!

On this occasion, one more jamb is reckoned and go to drink tea. For tea there is a small interview, and the general thought is such that it would be nice to stir milk. On the occasion of the awakening of sleeping hippies. And the authorities will not report anything to tomorrow, and then all sorts of doctors-professor will run, break all the buzz. The watchman calls some people, they immediately bring the bank of the condensed milk - in short, the process went.

By evening, everything is already like bunnies underwater - sit, bubbles are allowed. Fifteen people gathered in the museum, one more cooler, our piplov among them is generally clearly visible. And they suddenly feel - the beginning of concern. And it seems to know how not. Go to the kitchen, shaking behind the pipe - here it is, the heel! Nothing! Make a pair of hapok - and fall asleep on fifty years ...