BluesСобеседникBand - Филологические девушки
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They'll parse a man like text
They know everything about generation NEXT
They will squint their eyelids authentically
Smearing a fly with a brick Umberto Eco
In minutes of rising on the tip of the nose
They have Vargas Llosa dancing samba

They will amaze you with a verbal mass
They will tell you everything about the track.
High matters, high notes
Let it be sprats, not salmon, on the table
Let the wind in your pocket, let there be grass in the yard
But all they need are words

Wow, whoop.Philological girls
Wow, whoop.Forever

Turgenev woman, hereditary mother
Who loves theatricality and getting up late
In third place is love for animals.
On the second, just love, on the first Lotman
The thinnest of the subtle, the stariest of stars
That they love and suffer and breathe at full speed

And if you tell them that Kawabata
He's a decent guy, but he writes poorly
It might happen, philological girl
Will take out an object that is extremely sharp
And proving that destroying is not so difficult
She'll put her tongue back in its sheath

Wow, whoop.Philological girls
Wow, whoop.Forever

Philological, cosmic, antinomic
Doric, Ionic, Corinthian
Surreal, conceptual, immoral
Ten-point, impudent, epoch-total
From right to left, from world to line
Heavenly clouds - mothers and daughters

And finally they are fluffy and very cute
Especially when they're wearing denim pants
Especially when they're in agreement with Jah
And if the reins don't fall under your tail
They fly away for no good reason
God send them windproof men


They are familiar with feelings not only from books
Deep in the core they are like a spring
Who doesn't give everyone a drink
They are the source of depressions and poems
And when all the lights go out
I'll think about one of them

Wow, whoop.Philological girls.Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, wap………………