Два Чувака - Никита постарел
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I knock my forehead
About the iPhone
I don't know how it works

Waiting for when
The grandson will come
And it will bring scraps

I stare at the screen
I can not hear
Nothing already
It’s hard to be a grandfather but hold on
You will get the rest and go to bed

I love to sit without work
Be a decrepit grandfather my lot
I am lying on the old chair
I sneeze the grunting

I haven't washed a couple of weeks
But not because laziness
I could not get up from the chair again
Old age fell down

I want to eat bread
But I won't swallow the whole loaf
I can't bite off
The jaw lost in the closet

I lie quietly and whisper
Comrade Stalin mutter
I have stolen the day
The apartment plunged into the shadow

Opened eyes already tired
I stopped swallowing saliva
Let them flood the parquet
Let the neighbor come from below

Maybe he will help
And hesitates bread
Cook porridge
Grandfather stinking to me

I knock my forehead
Right to the floor
I hope this hears the whole house

Waiting for when
The neighbor will come
And it will bring scraps

I'm staring at the door
I do not see
Nothing already
I don't remember how my legs were taken away
I don't seem to get up from the chair

I don't go
To the toilet
For a long time I am a short -haired package

Elderly
Rubbed
How long I became so

I open my mouth
With wheezing
Breathe heavily
I never get up now
It remains only to die