Трафим - 2.45
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НА ПОСЛЕДНЕМ ЭТАЖЕ ВЕЧЕР
ИСТЕКАЕТ НА НОЖЕ ВЕТРА
ПОДВЫВАЯ В ЩЕЛЯХ БАЛКОННОЙ ДВЕРИ
МЫ НА КУХНЕ ПЬЕМ КОНЬЯК С ДРУГОМ
У НЕГО С ЖЕНОЙ НАПРЯГ – ТУГО
НА ЧЕСАХ У ПЛИТЫ 2.45
ТЕМЕНЬ ОСЕНИ В ОКНО ПЛЕЩЕТ
А НА КУХНЕ РАЗГОВОР ВЕЩИЙ
О ФУТБОЛЕ, ДЕНЬГАХ И ПРЕЛЕСТЯХ ДАМ
И НЕ ВАЖНО, ЧТО ФУТБОЛ В КОМЕ
И ЧТО С ЖЕНЩИНОЙ ДЕФОЛТ В ДОМЕ
К 40 ВСЕ ВНИМАНИЕ ТОЛЬКО К НАМ
И НЕКОМУ НА СВЕТ ДЕЛА НЕТ
ЧТО НАМ ОБОИМ СКОРО 40 ЛЕТ
А МЫ НАХОДИМ ЭТОТ ФАКТ ВЕСЬМА ЗАНЯТНЫМ
ПУСКАЙ ПО ЖИЗНИ, ЧТО-ТО НЕ СБЫЛОСЬ
ЗАТО СЕБЯ СТЫДИТСЯ, НЕ ПРИШЛОСЬ
И ОТ ТОГО ДУШЕ ПО-СВОЕМУ ПРИЯТНО
К 40 МЕНЯЕТ ЦВЕТ КРАСКИ
И ДОХОДЧИВЕЙ СЮЖЕТ СКАЗКИ
ГДЕ НАИВНЫЙ ДУРАК НАХОДИТ СВОЙ ПУТЬ
И ТАК ХОЧЕТСЯ ЧУТЬ-ЧУТЬ СМЫСЛА
В НЕПРИВЫЧНЫХ ДЛЯ СЕБЯ МЫСЛЯХ
И ПОКОЯ В ДУШЕ И СЧАСТЬЯ ЧУТЬ-ЧУТЬ
И НЕКОМУ НА СВЕТ ДЕЛА НЕТ
ЧТО НАМ ОБОИМ СКОРО 40 ЛЕТ
А МЫ НАХОДИМ ЭТОТ ФАКТ ВЕСЬМА ЗАНЯТНЫМ
ПУСКАЙ ПО ЖИЗНИ, ЧТО-ТО НЕ СБЫЛОСЬ
ЗАТО СЕБЯ СТЫДИТСЯ, НЕ ПРИШЛОСЬ
И ОТ ТОГО ДУШЕ ПО-СВОЕМУ ПРИЯТНО
НА ПОСЛЕДНЕМ ЭТАЖЕ ВЕЧЕР
ИСТЕКАЕТ НА НОЖЕ ВЕТРА
ПОДВЫВАЯ В ЩЕЛЯХ БАЛКОННОЙ ДВЕРИ
МЫ НА КУХНЕ ПЬЕМ КОНЬЯК С ДРУГОМ
У НЕГО С ЖЕНОЙ НАПРЯГ – ТУГО
НА ЧЕСАХ У ПЛИТЫ 2.45
И НЕКОМУ НА СВЕТ ДЕЛА НЕТ
ЧТО НАМ ОБОИМ СКОРО 40 ЛЕТ
А МЫ НАХОДИМ ЭТОТ ФАКТ ВЕСЬМА ЗАНЯТНЫМ
ПУСКАЙ ПО ЖИЗНИ, ЧТО-ТО НЕ СБЫЛОСЬ
ЗАТО СЕБЯ СТЫДИТСЯ, НЕ ПРИШЛОСЬ
И ОТ ТОГО ДУШЕ ПО-СВОЕМУ ПРИЯТНО
НА НА НА НА НА НА НА НА НА НА НА НА
И ОТ ТОГО ДУШЕ ПО-СВОЕМУ ПРИЯТНО
On the top floor evening
Expires on the knife of the wind
Hanging in the cracks of the balcony door
We drink cognac with a friend in the kitchen
He and his wife strained - tight
On Ches at the stove 2.45
The darkness of autumn splashes out the window
And in the kitchen the conversation is
About football, money and charms of ladies
And it doesn't matter that football in a coma
And what about the woman default in the house
To 40, all attention only to us
And there is no one to do with the light
That we both soon be 40 years old
And we find this fact very entertaining
Let the life not come true
But he is ashamed, I did not have to
And from that soul is pleasant in its own way
To 40 changes the color of the paint
And more intelligible plot of a fairy tale
Where the naive fool finds its way
And so I want a little sense
In unusual thoughts for themselves
And peace in the soul and happiness a little bit
And there is no one to do with the light
That we both soon be 40 years old
And we find this fact very entertaining
Let the life not come true
But he is ashamed, I did not have to
And from that soul is pleasant in its own way
On the top floor evening
Expires on the knife of the wind
Hanging in the cracks of the balcony door
We drink cognac with a friend in the kitchen
He and his wife strained - tight
On Ches at the stove 2.45
And there is no one to do with the light
That we both soon be 40 years old
And we find this fact very entertaining
Let the life not come true
But he is ashamed, I did not have to
And from that soul is pleasant in its own way
On to on to on -on -on -on
And from that soul is pleasant in its own way
Expires on the knife of the wind
Hanging in the cracks of the balcony door
We drink cognac with a friend in the kitchen
He and his wife strained - tight
On Ches at the stove 2.45
The darkness of autumn splashes out the window
And in the kitchen the conversation is
About football, money and charms of ladies
And it doesn't matter that football in a coma
And what about the woman default in the house
To 40, all attention only to us
And there is no one to do with the light
That we both soon be 40 years old
And we find this fact very entertaining
Let the life not come true
But he is ashamed, I did not have to
And from that soul is pleasant in its own way
To 40 changes the color of the paint
And more intelligible plot of a fairy tale
Where the naive fool finds its way
And so I want a little sense
In unusual thoughts for themselves
And peace in the soul and happiness a little bit
And there is no one to do with the light
That we both soon be 40 years old
And we find this fact very entertaining
Let the life not come true
But he is ashamed, I did not have to
And from that soul is pleasant in its own way
On the top floor evening
Expires on the knife of the wind
Hanging in the cracks of the balcony door
We drink cognac with a friend in the kitchen
He and his wife strained - tight
On Ches at the stove 2.45
And there is no one to do with the light
That we both soon be 40 years old
And we find this fact very entertaining
Let the life not come true
But he is ashamed, I did not have to
And from that soul is pleasant in its own way
On to on to on -on -on -on
And from that soul is pleasant in its own way
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