Текст песни Александр Костромин - Антимещанская

(Mikhail Anchars)

Once I sang
On high pop
Tried to look
Well done.
And in the first row
Pensive uncle
I looked at me
Square face.

It's not the task
I was looking for solving
Not that was
Employee newspapers
Not he considered
My gentlemen,
Not he just
I wanted to close.

And in the rear rows
Moved to the galosh.
And girl with white
Beautiful person
Went with a guy
Which is good
I felt
Scoundrel.

What songs
Sing the stage
To reject
From the song Bed?
So that it is useful
Square Uncle
And this girl
In the back row?

The traders understands:
Emptiness is not useful -
Food is not future
And fond the longing.
Then traded
Crawls to poetry -
From someone else's fire
Chestnuts carry.

He wants now
To keep up with the century,
And so that modern
And so that modern
And so that it is not clear
And so that with a hint,
And so that beautiful
By part of the manner.

Sing under Sevryugu
And under saziva.
Called verse
Any torment.
Sing under anchovies
And under Qimes -
RESET HOULO,
Then swallow.

Slightly satisfy
Cunning on the punch
Then sacrificed
With a piece of mouth.
For their musicians
Poems are "fish".
And squeeze the song
Like a whore in the port.

Vacuum, vacuum!
Antimir!
Poets love
To scare it.
But the romance argues
That happiness is a moment
So, it is necessary
More often blinking.

TRANSISTORS WILL,
Blizzard whistle
Srip frying pan
On all gases.
And he blinks
In his bed
And quiet joy
In his eyes.

Oh well.
And what's next?
Put the grave
Grass-Muraba?
And I say:
- Calm, boys!
Not yet told
All words.