Юрий Шевчук - ЛТП
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Eh, night, and something I can't sleep
Beds, people exactly in a row
I'm old, nervous, in a mental hospital
I am lying that day in a row

Holer's wife with a skinny mother-in-law
Everything was added at the table
Then - a call, which is easier
And they bring me in a madhouse

And at the reception, the doctor is
So in surprise raised an eyebrow
And he threw: "The guy, apparently, is glorious,
But in the veins, vodka, not blood "

We are treated here not from a cold
Here in the gray form of the nurse,
We are being treated here ... oh-oh, oh-oh
A hard time has come

The sons of freedom gathered here,
And everyone is the first spill
The soul of the people is being treated here
From decomposing beer

My neighbor, Fedy, cannot sleep,
Sits in shorts, looks out the window
One thing is concerned now:
What to jump painfully

Semyonov turns his neck in the scar
He drank and burned
I wanted to hang myself, but they took it off
And he rubs his neck, laughing nervously

Eh, night, groan, cough, screams "planted!"
Semenov scratches his neck like a beast
Senya creaks with his teeth: "They did not add!"
And the door sings sadly to him

We just lived in S-Partan,
And often slept on the ground,
Passion is alien to us in a laugh, there were ...
After all, they were on beer and fault,

And we did not dump the money into the piggy banks, like some, yes,
And they drove the state turnover,
Why do we, friends, bars and stretchers,
Is this an ominous turn in fate?