Жа - Агу
текст песни

They were hidden by skyscrapers, they were loved by benches, they were fired with vodka by a neighbor, dripped their ancestors.
They had fallen over at night, they laughed, shouted, pointed.
We flew weeks of fun. It’s not scary to reel, they swept away, not scary, they got fought, not scary.
Hold on life ...
Blinds are bored. Please, mediocrity.
Relieved heart, new young people take porches.
Nine -story buildings cry in a cage, and they went into the light of girls, money and cars, packs, cigarettes, nights.
Son, take a handkerchief.
Leave yourself, mom, I will be for sure at night.

They laughed, shouted, points, galleys, dudles. They didn’t do anything. They flew off the nights.
They smoked, sang, drank, beat, were.
And where are all these mediocrity now? Have matured ...
Birthdays fly by. The hooks are stronger, the look is sharper, thoughts are more cunning, muddy, cigarettes smolder.
Things are stricter, thicker than erysipelas. Some already have mother -in -law.
The days are thicker, the personalities are brighter.
We hang out idle less often, but we disappear more often. There are hundreds of we mutter, and something else is there at the institute and something there on the personal front.
The days are thicker. Here are the former skinny! Now strong, there are enough relics. The tart drill replaced compotes and juices. Yesenin, Pushkin, Dostoevsky changed their own lines.
The days are thicker and not as often as before. And I already miss the night gatherings in the arbors.
Ples, Dimarik, tea.
And how many drunken conversations this kitchen heard ...
The monkey shakes. Life plays. Western more serious, money spoils ...
And the conscience ... God with her!
And again, Kristina’s name day, and again a cake.
And the candles are already 20.
The girl recovered for a year. It is more dancing.
Falled into cars. Khorosh sagging-patch.
The lights blink, at home flickered. I would burst out.

In the back seat, boys are also stuck. Who hits, Igor is stalling beer. Pahan gave Lipa again tell him tomorrow what did it create so much? He did not know so much? He does not know.
Zheka, brake at the kiosk. Will you be Pivdos, fat? Fifty from the nose.
They laughed, shouted, points, galleys, dudles. They didn’t do anything. They flew off the nights.
They smoked, sang, drank, beat, were.
And where are all these mediocrity now? Have matured ...

I will run away for a walk for the house, then to the neighboring courtyard, then to a foreign district, the city, and then for the cordon.
On someone else's mainland.
Cold, lack of sleep ... got used to it, tolerably.
Everything that is not against the principles is not so serious.
Wait for me! And they are waiting for me there.
When will you come?
I will come, do not worry, mothers.
Wherever I find, I’ll get it, I will be broken, or whole, drunken pig. You are, mother, let your son.
The door with a creak in front of the vile type of brutally drunk, dirty ... in any ugly form.
Mom, open it, this is me ...- incoherently in a hoarse voice.
And in front of the vile type, the door with a creak.
Wars, hide and seek, tasks ... Now beer, whores, cars, cash, harmful

Habits, mobile phones, chains, chewing gum. The names changed nicknames ... sons, sons, sons.
Boys grow, get off the stove from a fairy tale.

They laughed, shouted, points, galleys, dudles. They didn’t do anything. They flew off the nights.
They smoked, sang, drank, beat, were.
And where are all these mediocrity now? Have matured ...