Текст песни Александр А.В.С. Скворцов - Мечта гиревика-философа

Dream Greapers-Philosopher

Give me someone, I girc
Kilogram for twenty-four!
I dock her, asking for the root
All unnecessary in its own world.

Contrary to irrepressible satire
Zalalay the hole on the uniform,
I will sober walk and talk everywhere
About Iron Your Elixir!

Let the emissions on the air -
Kinescope is not in the rivals of Giri!
Split into pieces machine that brains
Washes sitting in the apartment.

At night, the windows will cut the shield ...
It is better not to use the hire -
Brooch in the warm July, so that the neighbor's Zhigul
Did not interfere with poetic lyre!

If the debt was not poured in the restaurant,
Did not like the girl Ira,
If gloomy and evil - will take over
To the heavens of four hundred I girc!

I do not want to be a monarch in porphyre ...
Give me someone in me!
I will raise, smile ... noisy exhaust sadness -
And calm in the world will come!

A.V.S.