Henry Lion Oldie, Олег Ладыженский feat. Сергей Кондратьев - Мэйлы русскому другу
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It's cold today, and the heating in the house is bad,
But vodka is the only thing that saves you,
I don't know, Kostya, how it is in Europe,
But in Europe you freeze like a dog.

Come over, let's drink some alcohol without a snack
And we'll feel richer than Croesus —
If it fell to the Jews to drink in Russian,
Then it doesn't matter anymore whether you're baptized or circumcised.

I'm sitting at the monitor. A warm sweater,
Like bedbugs, bites my neck,
My head is swarming with dreams of aqua vitae —
As soon as I think about it, I immediately become prettier.

Outside the window, the empire's ruins are in the snow,
A stray dog ​​brands them with yellow urine,
You know, Kostya, since we're sitting on the very edge,
It would be better to be in pants than bare-assed.

And more decent, and the anus doesn't suffer so much,
And the bastard neighbors are tired of gossiping.

I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay here, —
The world has already been trampled to holes.

Close to the blizzard — far from Kali-yuga.
As the old fart told me at the restaurant:
""All Jews and governors are thieves!"
A look, of course, very barbaric and strange.

I was in a brothel. I thought he wouldn't get up from laughing.
A brothel of the Internet era:
This one for a hetaera, this one for a geisha or a whore...
Ordered a simple whore — they said there weren't any.

We'll live a little longer. And then I'll punch him in the face
In fact, it won't be a pity. It may happen,
Life will leave you unexpectedly and rudely, —
Anything is nicer than rotting as a stinking old man.

Let's sit somewhere between the Styx and Cocytus,
On a newspaper lard, bread, a bottle of vodka,
And remember those who are alive: like, don't piss there!
We'll all be here. We'll settle in, we'll send photos.

The cold is braiding the glass with lace.
Blowing through the cracks. As always, I forgot to seal it.
In the old park February is surviving
And, hunched over, rushes along the alley.

A Chinese calendar with fish. Sardines
Or sprats - I want to eat, so I dream.
A white windowsill. White curtains.
In the armchair - me. I can still be angry, but less often.