Евгений Гришковец и гр. Бигуди - ВЕРТОЛЕТЫ - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Helicopters. Helicopters ... They overtake everywhere, it is impossible to hide from them. They cannot be hidden from them either on the islands or in the most protected private possessions. There is no salvation from them. It is impossible to escape. For example, you decided not to drink today, because it is waiting. She is waiting for you, but a banquet ... True, you managed to escape from the banquet, but you managed to drink a little champagne and quite a lot of cognac. Good cognac, but a lot. But you think: "I'm still full of strength!" And you rush into a taxi, because she is waiting! But the heat, and you are leaning into the back seat of a taxi, closing your eyes, and as soon as you closed your eyes, your taxi overtakes the squadron of helicopters, and these helicopters are promoting both the city, a taxi, and you, and you understand that today you are already nobody and you are already nobody and you It will not wait anywhere.

Helicopters ... Helicopters will certainly find you, you have no chance. Even a good spring day. You leave home to take a walk with friends - and walk. And the lilac! .. And the smell, and warm, and you drink beer everywhere with friends, then you have lunch somewhere and drink vodka, and then you walk again and drink beer again. And then you meet her and walk with her and drink the same thing that she drinks, that is, something so sweet and sticky. And closer to midnight you bring her to her house, with the last movement you take your jacket from her shoulders and go home, singing something, sitting on a bench to smoke. But as soon as you leaned back on the bench and released smoke from your mouth, closing your eyes, helicopters fly out from behind the lilac bushes. They knock down lilac flowers with their screws, and your bench begins to get out of the ground counterclockwise. Helicopters ...

Or you drank for a long time, argued with someone and drank again, and drank and argued again, and then you return home, one. You go home, but at home it is so wonderful, so fresh! Summer, the curtain swaying near the balcony door ... You think: "How good that I have not brought anyone with me, no one!" You think that you will take a shower tomorrow, and get to the bed, throw your clothes right on the floor, throw yourself in a fresh bed, and only your back of your head touches a cool pillow, like helicopters fly into the balcony door and fly into the window! When you open your eyes, they disappear, but it no longer becomes better. You can’t hold your eyes open for a long time, they close again, and the helicopters are reciprocating attack ... And you understand that the next morning suffering awaits you, and loneliness in this suffering. Helicopters ...