Эдуард Юдовин - Про серёгу и безнадёгу
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In the morning - hopeless, at night - hopeless
Outside the window, the railway is rattling all his life
There is no place in the sky because of smoke for God
Seryoga sniffed, Seryoga hanged himself ...

Eighty -fifth or eighty -fourth year
Railway area, sticky and stolen air
Shopping doors, long lines
For wine, for butter and mandarins
One for three cigarettes under the stairs
Girls of their nose turning away from peers
Falling in love slowly into street fighters
Still not similar to drunkards-fathers
And at discos - every evening fights
People at this time were angry like dogs
Somehow the guy went for a walk in another area
Then she cried relatives, to the sounds of the funeral ...

In the morning - hopeless, at night - hopeless
Outside the window, the railway is rattling all his life
There is no place in the sky because of smoke for God
Seryoga sniffed, Seryoga hanged himself ...

If you are not a hero of the “pirates of the XX century”,
Better don't go to these drunken discos
Anyway, the girls will not let themselves be pushed
The sense then get drunk under the "Italo-Disco"
Here we are sitting with Seryoga, smoke at a neighbor
We write rock and roll from bobs to cassettes
Two albums "Judas Priest" and four Nazareths
Well, for "dusk"- emigrant bits ...
... eighty -sixth year, Chernobyl breeze
Stalin is scolded, they allowed rock ...
How much is it to collect glassot,
To accumulate on the Czech guitar ...


In the morning - hopeless, at night - hopeless
Outside the window, the railway is rattling all his life
There is no place in the sky because of smoke for God
Seryoga sniffed, Seryoga hanged himself ...

In the army - hazing, in the vocational school, grandfature,
Soviet school of taming a man
Here, I remember, Seryoga came, served in Germany
But which for a month hanged on a glass he
Year ninety -first - putsch, then capitalism
Some - upstairs, the rest are down
It still seemed - the road would withdraw
Here is a trolleybus, driving - Seryoga
Tied with booze, it turned out - for a short while
From Palette Vodka - no sense
How do not press the gas - will catch up with the hopeless
I swelled again ... Sorry for you, Seryoga!

Twenty years have passed, there are fewer drunkards
But in the city of my dear now I am a foreigner
I flew the other day to pay debts
Meet all friends, say goodbye to nostalgia
To the market from the station is completely short
By native to pain, by locomotive ...
New balconies, new laws
If you want to live happily - put on shoulder straps!
Crushed everyone, so no one will squeak
But everything is cheap - from panties to life ...
Linden and chestnuts, the same hopeless
Maybe there wasn’t quite a wrong Seryoga ...