Текст песни Тимур Шаов - Махровый пессимизм

Full moon gently and beautifully,
Just a damn sense, the soul foul.

And there Constellation of the Dog ghostly flickers
And I think, that dog stinks?

A fresh breeze blows, leaves plays
City stinky able to settle in the lungs.

What is the air that for a view! The dome of the sky blue!
But the cop is insidious - spoils the picture!

Around izgazheno, imposed - About singing is not necessary!
But on the & quot; not allowed & quot; Instrument I should be!

Tender love to go, dress is white,
And in love like a sheep bleats Mandelstam.

All love is lacking, each caress requests
There are fairies back and forth: syphilis spread.

And what is burning inside me, whining and pining?
That is my only weapon my soul hurts, eh pet worms?

We'll ask ment: & quot; Where is my beloved? & Quot;
And he told me: & quot; Right now they show! & Quot ;, and a thick stick between his legs!

Ouch! Not plow the stubble! Ouch! Babё fucked!
I broke a beer bottle - Hello, happy life!

Somewhere kvohchet Nightingale - straining throat,
What tweeted villain? A! The stern is missing!

Firs stood in dance, lime huddled flock,
And under the Christmas tree tattered cat cat depressing.

And quite often lose something today I evil? And rushing cynicism.
And still, certainly, by such a good life.

Light of the full moon is shining, well, okay.
Beer does not have a damn - that's what annoyed me!