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

"The mood got better"

When a terrible mood falls poured, and a terrible mood ... What is it? This is when you are easy and happy to be annoyed, everything torments and even scratches and is impossible to hide from this city, then ... then ... you go on the bus, and there are a lot of people and all the people take all the places and everyone sits, read Some kind of stupid books or solve some idiotic crosswords and you stand, wander and annoy that these people are sitting, reading all kinds of rubbish and how you can solve all these vulgar crosswords. But then the stop stood up and went out, and the place was freed, and you sat down and suddenly felt the warmth of the person who came out who came out, and your mood improved. And if you were driving ... drove along some large highway in a strong flow of cars. You rode approaching the city, but then you cut you ... cut and rushed forward a big Mercedes with tinted windows. Such a Mercedes is some kind of rude color and his number is three fives, three sixes, three seven or ... or three nine. This Mercedes rushed off, you moved to the side of the road, caught his breath, put the pulse in order, started the car again and drove away. The mood is terrible. You swear ... you swear at all these scum and go on, and suddenly you see ... 15 minutes later this Mercedes is also on the sidelines, there is a policeman next to him and the driver is so small, thick, short -cut, and the policeman speaks very hard. You pass by, and your mood has improved. Or you rushed along the night highway, one on the night highway. He put forward heads of headlight and felt the road and suddenly to meet you from some small country road, some other car left. And you blinded you with high light and you thought ... And what kind of asshole this is not turning off the highlight, and at that moment the driver took and turned it off and it turned out that you blinded him with high light because you did not have time to turn it off. And you turn it off and think ... but a good person goes to the meeting. And your mood has improved.

And when you were sitting wherever in the park in a terrible mood, you smoked, but did not throw the cigarette butts under the bench did not trample them into the sand of the paths or just walked along the alley chewed chewing gum and it was tired and you need to spit it out, but you did not spit it on the track ... You got to the urn with her and spat her there and poured out the cigarette butts there and thought ... But I still have a decent person ... Not like those who sketched all sorts of rubbish here ... And I can still live in this world.