Евгений Гришковец и Бигуди - выпускной - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Small town. Some kind of district center, with the name that causes only a grin from the metropolitan business trip, and a grin.

The first of September, the beginning of the school year. And this is the beginning of the last school year in the life of some girl. And from the very first of September, she begins to prepare ... but not for final exams, but to her graduation ball. But in fact, she began to prepare much earlier - when she painted on the last pages of notebooks, or on blotches, beautiful princesses, in beautiful dresses. She is preparing, and dreams of this ball, although she knows very well that this whole ball will be held in the school dining room, where some posters and wall newspapers will be hanged. And relatives and acquaintances will come to this ball. And also teachers and classmates. As well as students of the “B” class and “C” class. All! And who else can come to this ball? Where does someone come from? In the district center, in the school dining room ...

But still, she hopes that among classmates and relatives, an impressive man or young man will flash completely unlike either the people living in her town, or to the capital's business travelers.

And she also hopes that from old speakers, in a school dining room, at her graduation ball, the most fashionable and delicate music will sound for her.

And in the summer she went to swim on the river or to the lake. I went out of town, in a dusty bus, and thought: but in the advertisements they show that if you take a few packs from something, three labels from yogurt, or find a special plug from some kind of lemonade, and send it to some address , then you can win a ticket ... and go to where the palm trees grow, where the amazing, transparent sea, and where rescuers Malibu live. And if she arrives there, then, of course, she will be met by an impressive man or a tanned young man who does not look like classmates at all ... And she will rush into the wave and will float through the sea. And she never swam into the sea, and, of course, the first wave will overwhelm her, and she will sink, and all rescuers Malibu will hasten her. And she, smiling, will plunge into the azure depth. And there, in the depths, only the most fashionable and delicate music will sound in her ears.

And when once a cold autumn day she will go after school, waving her briefcase, she will go past a bakery or gastronom, and see how not a new foreign car will slow down, the windows of this machine will lower, and unshaven faces with sticky eyes will look out, and she will feel, it feels, How these sticky eyes escort her, and examine her waist and legs. And the rest of the day she will have a very good mood. And it will seem to her that the most fashionable and delicate music sounds from her small city from everywhere ..