Дмитрий Гайдук - Про хороших людей - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

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Once, three good people are already sitting in the kitchen are already completely good. They sit and slowly talk for some film of the German director Fasbinder, who no one remembers what is called, but for some reason I really want to remember. Along the way, various other characteristic topics and some jokes arise, music plays and virtual airships fly. In short, a regular good evening in a good and calm company.

And then someone calls them. The hostess of the Flat is picked up and listening for a long time what they say to her. Then he lays the pipe in his place and tells the owner: again, someone calls you, it is not clear who, as he hears me, so immediately throws the phone. And the owner says: why is it to me? Maybe it calls you, but how he will hear you, so he immediately drops the phone. This phrase is very puzzling to the hostess, she tries to concentrate and hangs for five minutes; And then they call them again. Then the owner is already picking up the phone and begins to talk with someone; And then they call them the third time, and they finally cut that they call the doorbell, and brazenly and persistently.

The hostess is slightly pale and says: so. We are not waiting for anyone. And the owner and the guest immediately open the window and sharply wipe the entire contents of the ashtray there. Here it turns out that the guest has somewhere else with her to the jamb of grass, and what to do with her? It’s a pity to throw it away, and to darn on Flat - the owners of the Palevo. The only right decision is to smoke her to the hell so that the enemies do not get. Then they quickly clog the jamb and at a sports pace smoke him.

And the grass, I must say, is very good. It immediately becomes fun, and they begin to join in their voice from how they landed on some stupid call, which in fact may have not been. Or maybe it was, but anyway, what difference does it make. The cops do not know that there is someone here, they might think that there is no one here. Well, they will stand a little and go to their office to eat and basic vodka, how dangerous and difficult it is. Or maybe they did not think to winger, but just called out of harmfulness to spoil the drug addicts. But then nothing came of them! It’s not so a dead mood in order to take it and ruin it like that! And in order to answer them worthy, you have to take it right now to the cop call: Hello, Brother, rest - we are on the Golyaks today! Although no, it’s better not to run into, otherwise they will come in kind to be checked. They will also bring something with them. It is better to call the fire, or even better in the reference - to ask when August will finally begin. And then everything is October and October, but August is not and not. Such things: Russia is the homeland of October. It was once written at the entrance to Kazan; I don’t know if there is still this inscription there or it is already gone. But estimate, as exactly in the subject: in kind, the homeland of the October Revolution. Although in October we are also not bad: hunting, fishing, revolution and other funny entertainments.

But here the question arises: what if these were not cops? Who called the doorbell. What if it was something big and interesting, which today passed by us because of our Galimok? But how can you find out if it has passed and has gone, and will never return again? Moreover, such a crowbar to undermine and go to see what it really was, although, on the other hand, curiosity bursts. And now the owner of the Flat, making a terrible effort over himself, gets up and looks out the door.

And there, leaning on the railing, there are two more good people and talk slowly about something among themselves. Seeing the owner, they come to life somewhat and say: Oh! A roller, but how is the FASBINDERA FISTRAL DET, about a fat Indian, where else does Banderas play? And then the owner recalls that the film is called the White Sun of the desert, but Tarantino has nothing to do with it. It remains to find out whether they called the doorbell or did not call, but good people are already completely good and can not remember this. Either they called, or they had not called yet, but they didn’t see the cops here. And then the kettle boiled, and everyone goes to drink tea.