Текст песни Михаил Жванецкий - После вчерашнего

Here it is, full of life!

After a lackluster week of literary work. At Last ...

The sun struck from the zenith. Yesterday is a pillar. It is hard to remember, because it is impossible frowned. Only one eye closed eyelid, and the rest - by hand.

Out of the money only that flunked the lining. A feeling that in the hands of someone's lap. Several times bring your hands to your eyes - not a damn thing there.

From your body constantly smell of fish. The more you rub the more.

Lie down, walk, sit, stand impossible. The body rejects any position. Conflicts with the organism's body, do not rely on anyone.

Pyaterchatka this head does not take: it is difficult to get a tablet. Tablets have to lick off the table, because the brain does not give the team hands.

Double surprised to see his feet. Something I do not understand: if I'm face down, wear shoes as they should be? And how many are there in all?

Although the tie well-kept pants, apparently, several times wanted the yard and apparently lost consciousness. Apparently, not income, but, apparently, and did not return.

And what's more - a dumb question in her eyes. Morgan Morgan - the question remains: where, with whom, when and where to now? And why in the motionless standing trees, and under the bed banging wheels?

Let's wait flashes of memory or information from the outside.