Федор Дружинин - Блондинки и парусный спорт
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I met her in a bar on the Côte d'Azur
And I immediately realized that I could not resist
She drank at the counter Aperol spritz
Musto t-shirt and henry lloyd glasses
Straw hair even tan
Somewhere in my soul a fire was lit

I told her you are beautiful and I am lonely as an elephant
Help me spend another million
Life passes in vain on the ruble there is no happiness
I'm already fed up with the white light
Maybe you want to act in films
Or let's go to the casino

She said hear how the wave beats
How the backstay rings like the first string
Yachting for me always and everywhere
A real man's place is on the water
Let you be over forty, but you are young at heart
Do you want to go to the regatta with me?

I said, damn it, take a more fashionable boat
I will call my friends to the crew
She said no no team with me
Five blondes go ready to fight
Five blondes beautiful as death
You just have to sit and watch

And so we started everyone yelling at me
I don't understand what's going on in my head
Lovely blondes are off the chain
And the boat tilted on the water flies
Everyone strives to go to the ram
And I thought that I'm the main bully here

Finally we go around some red ball
On the yacht, the nightmare begins
From somewhere they got a huge yard
A large sheet was attached to her
And the yacht raced faster than my Porsche
Wish it all ended already

She screams "broching" - I don't know those words
Although I'm ready for broach with you
You just explain what to put where
And where does it heel such a mother
The wrecked boat lay completely on its side
Now we're all drowning God help us

We went ashore my legs are trembling
She says "you're just a talent"
She says "you're a born yachtsman"
You grab everything on the fly without any problems
Get a little weight loss
And on the geek sheet you have no equal

But just so you know that I don't hang noodles
I will sign you up for skipper courses
The Art of Navigation and Stern Mooring
A friend of mine teaches there.
In the meantime, give me your card for five minutes.
The musto shop sells boots

Four years have passed. City of Lorient
Fourteen "imok" out into the ocean
On one of them, your obedient servant
What a hard thing to bring me here
Goodbye Rublyovka, Moscow lights
Ahead of a diet of dehydrated bullshit

You can call me whatever you want
But today I need to overtake someone
Went up the halyard asymmetric A2
Carbon kevlar and spectrum are not some tops
My blonde from the shore is waving
But for some reason, she didn't go with me

Yeah, to hell with her. Farewell native plant
Wendy Globe leaves Sablino Village
Left mishdej right bernard strain
In the middle is a simple Soviet gangster
I still don’t cut it about the right left tack
In store for every Makarov in the navigator

From this story, my conclusion is simple
Don't trust blondes with Henry Lloyd glasses
Let her be more beautiful than the legendary sirens
I don't wish this change on my enemy.
But it's time to round up get and fly
And going out on the glide at the top of my lungs to roar