Текст песни Прожект БАМ - Гавриил Афанасьевич Фет

how many drunks have we seen
but nowhere else like that
everyone called him in the yard
gavriil afanasyevich fet

no no relative no contemporary
but he loved nature - that fucked
he was always in his pocket without money
he was always a sage in his head

he fed pigeons in the gateway
he seemed like a father to dogs
he kittens not less than a hundred
knew by name or in person

in your tricot with bubbles
he didn’t run the old vest
I didn’t go for a fool
peakless while trumped

and the bay of unknown grief
in the team of other drunks
he was crayoning on the fence
a couple of lines of swearing verses

and the crowd passing in passing
to work at the cinema in the store
academician factory worker
Russian Chukchi Permyak and Georgians

everyone read his writings
with a tear of admiration in his eyes
and it’s possible that in these moments
the dial on the watch disappeared

and the board turned into paper
and the crayon turned into a style
if I don’t have some shnyaga
lucky to compose like that

I do not know how to call him for sure
no real name
did not leave a single line for memory
gavriil afanasyevich fet