Тимур Шаов - Футбольные страдания
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Furious about the charm of summer,
Throwing everything to their own devices
We sat down to look at this,
I apologize for football.
There, as if not grunt,
Falling from longing,
Ours walked on the grass,
Sorry, players.

It’s time for us to get used to it
No nerves for nothing to wash.
But as I wanted to shout again,
Remember Japan Mother!
No protection, no salvation,
And there is no midfield!
Polona is a half -fall,
Like a penny, in white light.

The whole country was sick
What a ranger!
Levay come on, give the right to!
Well, come on already ...

But we can - we scatter! -
They all turn their heads!
But rake again
Our big football path.
And now we argue something -
Like, they could not lose!
The sea will dryer rather
The rivers will turn back.

And we rolled out lips
And they hurt, swearing
But our hopes are rude
Butsami trampled into the mud.
It's like an orphan
Bread a piece of bread!
Well, as vodka will be offered,
You will get sipped - and this is juice.

Sitter come on, judge,
Not a devil came out!
Terrible? Yes! Nightmare? Yes!
Well, as always!

Of course, we are all smarter,
But what about football?
Here we have to be more modest,
Our destiny is a hockey with a ball.
We can fight chess
Or - rays - to towns.
But in football - no, brothers!
Do not disgrace, men!

They will fly in for years,
Like white Sakur smoke.
We, of course, are our team
We will forget everything, forgive everything.
Again our fan will run out
The miracle will wait again -
What if something will die in the forest,
The black sea will dry
And the rivers turn back ...