Текст песни Юрий Наумов - Театр Станиславского

Stanislavsky Theater

  
The first act is
the curtain is wide.
Do not touch the gun on the wall -
It will come in handy later.
Little damn genius
A drop of the universal soul,
Going to this world from the wilderness -
Throw in his yeast.
Halls of fun capitals
Will not immediately, but for sure.
Here's the way from the stupid "why?"
to the terrible "how much?"
As soon as you enter these doors.
The theater begins with the gallows,
Do not lose the number ...
It's so hard to survive here
without becoming the executioner himself,
But I don't want to believe this ...
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May God save you,
At least once!
Strange fiction,
In which, God forbid, believe
Some of us ...
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I passed smart
and correct books -
An inconspicuous rock and roll soldier,
Not thinking of becoming an officer.
Sexy revolutionaries ... -
Where am I to them
Heroically fallen on barricades
Vendar dispensaries?
But I'm not holy either,
I longed for love
And other crazy things
Throwing in the far corner of the Talmud
With a chapter about stamen and pistil.
After few years
you will hear a wheeze
And the crunch of damaged cartilage -
This is the first time I come
On the throat of his own song.
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Keep me heaven
While I'm in thorny wreaths.
Brown bread crust
And for ages
before the third bell.
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Act Two -
it's time to get big.
Time to scatter stones
in the gardens of fellows,
The voice of time is echoing.
I took up seriously
Conquering some vertices,
Not noticing that sky level
gradually coming down
Below sea level.
I became my board
Among strangers,
Exchanging ideals
What in youth was taken from the straight.
And when faced with a stomach ulcer,
As with one of the ways
soul salvation.
I decided to sit out in silence
And get off easy gastritis.
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Bury me heaven
I am in laurel wreaths.
What a damn fiction?
Another two hundred grams of brandy
Until the third bell.
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The third act is
The era of reform is coming.
Take the gun off the wall
Move the shutter, and so on ...
Death is perfect
among the finished dosage forms.
What is there - heals the humps,
Not to mention the inflammation of the tonsils.
Write on the recipe
"Reception once in a lifetime, at bedtime, on an empty stomach",
And she will not hesitate to come
Uncompromising,
just a spectacled cobra.
Life oh god
how hard is it to say the word "goodbye"
The salty sea in the eyes forever
blur your
All-conquering image.
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Take me sky
From funeral wreaths.
Immerse me in fiction
ever sounding symphony
Third calls!
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Heaven bless you
In the one hundred thousandth time.
Light fiction,
In which you truly believe
The best of us.