Тимур Шаов - Мы поедем на природу
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We will go to nature
To the edge of the non -frighted cows,
Unhealthy freaks,
Victims of dirty cities.
How to treat yourself, cripple,
It is only necessary for a day
Just put your face into the river
And breathe through the navel.

We are traders, artisans,
Businessmen, doctors,
Removing razniki,
Drinking the Lord, Frara,
We are lovers of vice,
We are the containers of sin
We want to fall to the origins,
And not just swell!

We need to be on the grass
We need to go to the forest
Touch the boat,
Smell a flower.
On a little jam - oh! -
Yes, in the river, we’ll curse, - wow! -
Otherwise, we will breathe
Otherwise, we will die out
Otherwise - crains.

We will leave hastily
Our evil cities.
There are politicians talkative
Fatal herds roam.
There, the dollar teaches us of life,
There is no father in the Kremlin,
There Dorenko is single -sounding
Tiresly thunder.

Somewhere dividends are divided,
And at our fire
Intellectuals are sitting in a circle,
Girls dance until the morning.
And dermatovenerologist,
Hugging with the young princess,
Appoints her injections
Himself cheerful and hoppy.

We need to go to the river
Closer to the water,
In a dull place,
Where are the heavenly birds.
Mermaids are crazy
They will strangle in arms,
And we, the older registers are sick,
We will disgrace, listen!

Either adenoma, then gout -
Walled to be infant!
Oh, give us Viagra,
We will be able to atone our shame.

In nature, even sober,
Suddenly you want to fly
Love everyone like Teresa's mother,
Serve money to the poor.
Walking barefoot in the meadow
Your friend will suddenly say:
"Well, Laerte, forgive each other,
Although you owe me ten pieces. "

There it will come out of the den
An old man:
Either the favn is a goat -legged
Either the drinking forester.
Unicorns are trumpeted there,
Forest gods live there,
Taxes are not paid there,
And just a barbecue is fried.

We would need to be in the grove
We would need to go to the downstairs
Where is life easier
And the greens thoroughly
Stroke the little animal,
Climb on a pine tree
And sleep on the edge
Like three pigs
Otherwise - crains.

And calm will come.
Above the ground dark-dark,
Like a world -use
Not yet completed.
The sky will give us a star,
On the fly we will catch her,
And then - cynically weld
We will gobble up and shine.

We need somewhere
Where quietly and clean
Where they did not go
Tourist boots.
Let's arrange a fiesta
In unheard of paradise.
So where is this place?
"Green Peas" knows him!