Текст песни Андрей Родионов - Ремиссионеры

I saw this genius
at one of the poetry parties
he reads the same poem all the time
some Irina, who was sitting next to me, told me

he reads the poem the same thing
for seven years now
and as a person - he is very good
and we are all used to it

he is a drinker, but kind and even
I like a little bit
but when he turns on: Natasha ... Natasha ..
and pounding himself on the chest with his fist!

there must be something serious
in this Petersburg drunken longing
about the great war, about the lost company
about Natasha ... the nurse

oh some ancient eternal ours
breaks out of the chest
this song is simple Natasha ... Natasha ...
let you go me! Let it go

he’s a young boy and quite healthy
and where so sad
why is he screaming this scary word
O Natasha, answer me!

Do you remember, Natasha, a hangout on Kashirka
and packages of blood bandages
party parties, funny shirk
amid lilac flowering bushes

and then heroin is a heavy bowl
what no one can drink
and artificial respiration, nurse Natasha
I couldn’t pump anyone out! ..

and life stretches and does not end
and repeated as a kind of flashback
Oh Natasha, Natasha ... in moments of despair
a scary man calls you from the scene

he is afraid to forget and afraid to remind ...
and only the name goes up
repeats Natasha ... Natasha ... and dumb
YES AND IN THE MOUTH IT IT ALL FUCK!