Александр Градский - Автобиография
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It was at night
On the pipe along the drainage,
dad for mom in the hostel climbed
And he, I know for sure
For I am without delay
God crawled out on time and without miracles
Mom loved her dad so
I completely forgot about myself
And so for dad to the Urals
So fate distributed
my mother gave birth to me in the Urals
I remember everything, although I was small

On Malenkov Avenue
In house six, we lived cool, the avenue was renamed later
Dad is forever at the factory,
Mom was everything in the factory
But I did not see success in that
Bank of sprats on a plate,
vodka, cheese vibrates,
old photos of a still life landscape
And not drunk yet
Dads comrades,
They sing him in the ardor and in rage:

Hey, hold on, brother, more fun, ...
Away drive meadow
Do not look for other reasons for your trouble
Do not be shy be bolder ...
You are still a man
Know: in the world of trouble everything is always only because of nonsense
Do not look for other reasons for your trouble

In the 57th, the family returned to Moscow, Moscow dispelled longing, but not in everything
We did not get out of excess. We will have a sessor, and spoons of the suck
Gloom, eight -meter basement,
Klava janitor, district police officer, three Hanygs, eight rooms, twenty diggers
Someone ran in the cold
Someone was obliged to tuberculosis,
Who worked, who has a hawkl

The grandmother is sleeping at Aunt Vera,
Dad and mom behind the recent,
All in balls is a bed.
Well, I'm on the lining
I put my nose into a pillow, as if I sleep, so as not to frighten my father and mother
"Sasha is sleeping?" "Yes, he is sleeping of course."
But I did not sleep and successfully
comprehended the basics of sex and love
I repent early, I became sinful
But friends were supported
I'm in sin, and they always sang to me

Hey, hold on, brother, more fun, ...
Away drive meadow
Do not look for other reasons for your trouble
Do not be shy be bolder ...
You are still a man
Know: in the world of trouble everything is always only because of nonsense
Do not look for other reasons for your trouble

Time has become more fun
They took it from the mausoleum
super-geniuses of peoples and times
They wanted to bury with him
Camps all and rushes
And the leprosy that he sowed in people
We were slightly treated.
And first exposed
All he himself allowed him to expose
There was no reason
The face is like a larvae
Open to the end and slap in the forehead

We decided to catch up with the states
The whole cattle was decided
They planted the corn field
The world was offered to the peoples
They beat the boot on the table,
but nothing came out of the undertaking
And the poets went
who is in denunciations, some in the advice,
Who is in hip-alcoholic running
Who, suddenly, became an apologist
Who is Judah, who is a cloud
Who left for the hillocks for sure

It was not for nothing that we lied for so long
We caught up with the States in some ways
Similar to their flag
Simple jacket
In some ways they definitely succeeded
The stores are empty
but decided on a new difficult step
Now we are rebuilt
And people were all built,
and each in his lines
Glasses - Mom Dear,
Democracy is native.
Who do you want it and be beaten in the face

Hey, hold on, brother, more fun, ...
Away drive meadow
Do not look for other reasons for your trouble
Do not be shy be bolder ...
You are still a man
Know: in the world of trouble everything is always only because of nonsense
Do not look for other reasons for your trouble