Ножкин Михаил - А на Кладбище все спокойно
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A quarter of a century in the works yes in concerns I,
All run, hurry and hurry.
And how the free time will be given -
It goes through the graveyard.

There, in the cemetery, so calmly,
Neither enemies nor friends see
All culture, all decent -
Exceptional grace.

We are fate of fate strange:
Worry at night and day
And each other crowns at meetings
Through the throat.

And in the cemetery so calmly,
Neither enemies nor friends see
All culture, all decent -
Exceptional grace.

On each other we all offended,
Get out all of the payments,
Then for the best position fight,
That is warming for a bigger salary.

And in the cemetery so calmly,
Neither enemies nor friends see
All culture, all decent -
Exceptional grace.

Ah, my family, the sample is scandalous,
Oh, you, drunk, fucking neighbor,
You apartment is my communal -
In the afternoon and at night there is no rest.

And in the cemetery so calm
Among the willow, the poplars da birches,
All culture, all decent,
And there is a flat question.

Here, for example, you want to drink to you,
And you have no drink anywhere,
All shame yes threatened with a detox,
Yes, in a drunk soul spit.

And in the cemetery so calmly,
From the public away
All culture, all decent,
And the snack on the tubercle.

We got sick with cars:
Give us a "Volga", "Moskvich", "Zhiguli",
Providing a spare rubber
And the garage is reinforcing at least from under the ground.

And in the cemetery so calm:
Everyone in a personal garage,
All culture, all decent,
Everyone was driving enough already.

Old people, I am a Shakespeare called,
I would write friends to "Hamlets".
But there is no recognition from criticism
There is no live from the police.

And in the cemetery, by tradition,
Do not hear anyone, do not see
There is no critics nor the police -
Exceptional grace.