Текст песни Федор Дружинин - Блондинки и парусный спорт

I met her at a bar on the French Riviera
And immediately I realized that I could not resist
She drank at the spritz aperol counter
Mustau t-shirt and henry lloyd glasses
Straw hair even tan
Somewhere in my soul a fire started

I told her you're beautiful and I'm lonely like an elephant
Help me lose another million
Life is wasted on the ruble there is no happiness
I'm already fed up with the white light
Maybe you want to act in films
Or let's go play the casino

She said you hear the wave beating
How the backstay rings like the first string
Yachting for me always and everywhere
A real man's place on the water
You may be over forty, but you are young at heart
Do you want to go to the regatta with me?

I said hula take a boat for a modern day
I'll call my friends to the crew
She said no no team with me
Five blondes go ready to fight
Five blondes as beautiful as death
You just have to sit and watch

And so we kicked off all yelling at me
Incomprehensible garbage flies in my head
Cute blondes are off the chain
And the boat heeled over the water flies
Everyone strives to go to the ram
And I thought I was the main bully here

Finally we go around some red ball
It's already a nightmare on the yacht
From somewhere got a huge rhea
A large sheet was attached to her
And the yacht rushed faster than my Porsche
I wish it would all be over already

She screams "broching" - I don't know such words
Although I'm ready for broching with you
You just explain what where to poke
And where does it lurch such a mother
The pierced boat completely lay down on its side
Now we will all drown God help us

We went ashore my legs are trembling
She says you're just a talent
She says "you are a born yachtsman"
You grab everything on the fly without any problems
Get a little pumped up, lose weight
And on a geek sheet you have no equal

But so you know that I don't hang noodles
I will enroll you for skipper courses
The art of navigation and stern mooring
A friend of mine teaches there
Until then, give me your card for five minutes
The musto shop sells boots

Four years have passed. Lorient
Fourteen imocs go out to sea
One of them is yours truly
What a hard time bringing me here
Goodbye Rublyovka, Moscow lights
Diet of dehydrated bullshit ahead

You can call me anyone
But today I need to overtake someone
Went up the file asymmetric A2
Carbon kevlar and spectrum are not some tops
My blonde from the shore waves her hand
But for some reason she didn't go with me

Well, to hell with her. Goodbye home plant
Wendy Globe leaves the village of sablino
Left mishdezh right bernard strain
In the middle is a simple Soviet bandyugan
I don’t think so about the right port tack
For every Makarov in the navigator has a supply

From this story, my conclusion is simple
Don't trust blondes with henry lloyd glasses
May she be more beautiful than the legendary sirens
I will not wish such changes on the enemy
But it's time to wrap up get there and fly
And going out on the glide at full throat to howl