Текст песни Борис Гребенщиков - Я семь недель не брился, восемь суток ел грибы

Boris Grebenshikov and group & quot; Aquarium & quot;

We pulled off MacDougal in the middle of winter
My friend from Togliatti, I'm from Kostroma
We would have survived until the summer, and there Axe-chump
But cocaine was eight to three tooth powder
We had to move through a hatch
In the light of the jamb
She decided to go to Mecca. I said - While

I do not remember how it happened, whose wind blew in my mouth
I walked on the trail Castaneda - was in the merchant navy
Where are all the men wear skirts, in a cabin boy a knife in his mouth
And then we got up for loading in Ulaanbaatar port
I immediately rushed to datsan - I want to go into retreat
And meet me Lagerfeld,
I look - and we are on Oxford Street

With me our boatswain Pasha, here, who keeps style
It Yamamoto jacket and trousers from the Com De Garcon
And then this woman runs with Monet
Screams - we have four third quickly go all to me
They do not have money for a taxi, had to sell the coat
I swear, this Kostroma have not seen one

At first it was fun, then went spleen,
When we licked mucus in these lizards with spin
The apartment was not the passage from the pagan shrines
I translated all the songs Tsoi with Urdu Latin
When I finished all that was in them between the window frames
I sat down on the first Subway in Thiruvananthapuram

And here we race through the desert train bleats and creaks,
And we were lucky to dim the stars-old bluesman tranvestit
Around the dash that is happening - then on, near
Whether dancing steelworkers, whether female fight in the mud
When I had an twenty-fifth in share breakdown
I threw a leg in Kathmandu through the Great Barrier Reef

And I had not shaved seven weeks, eight days eating mushrooms
I was like a man of heroic destiny
Shamans with doctors argue, as I could to stay alive
But I learned Swahili and was replaced by a cultural myth
When the village will include aliens, I had them thrown in jail
We Russian abroad foreigners to anything.