Текст песни Вася Обломов - Неясная поляна

The store went, I see - the book
                                       E
Entitled cocky "Mother".
E
The writer, a fig
                                   Am
What do you mean by that ?!
A7
What do you know about my mother?
                                     Dm
For you, our people at the bottom
                                          Am
It can be seen denyuzhku State Department pays you,
             E Am
That stuff you wrote about the country

Am
Vaughn little book "Poor People"
                             E
Write some schmuck
E
unfinished Judas
                                    Am
I will move at a meeting in person
A7
"Insulted and Injured" -
                                     Dm
Yes, he blackened the people again!
                                          Am
We, the readers, people are not dark,
             E Am
And we see that the writer - freak

Am
That little book "Conversation with God".
                             E
I reveal that for the balance?
E
And there umishkom his wretched
                                   Am
Author sculpts poems at random
A7
Next to "Letters to a Roman Friend".
                                     Dm
Yes, everything is clear to him: Russophobia.
                                          Am
They always pull the West hand,
             E Am
They despise the common people.

Bm
That little book is "Lolita".
                              F #
I did not understand that in the case?
F #
Yes, it is necessary to call or Anna Rita
                           Bm
Looking for Russian names.
B7
Again hiding vrazhina
                                  Em
For the name of the book "We are."
                                       Bm
We do not tolerate goats, a male,
              F # Bm
The vastness of the country.

Bm
Won "The End of a Beautiful Era"
                              F #
It called someone's delusions.
F #
They will not understand her book fuckers
                                     Bm
We are their books - a hundred years during the lunchtime
B7
Yes, we have never lived so cool:
                                Em
We were afraid and we are strong.
                                       Bm
And goats like these on the forks
              F # Bm
It should be left to the good of the country.

         Em Bm
Now strive each skin
              F # G
About to write shit.
         Em F #
This, my friends, is not literature
        F # Bm
Do not disappoint her kid.
   Em Bm
Now strive each skin
              F # G
About to write shit.
         Em F #
This, my friends, is not literature
        F # Bm
Do not disappoint her kid.