Текст песни Зимовье зверей - Куплеты Про Поэта

The poet, not all at home - family vacation poet
Inconvenienced by his languor and vdohnavlyaet summer
He now only swims breaststroke for the buoys
Sailors do not have mattresses sailors hammocks
Van-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Van-pada-pada-pa-pa
Sailors do not have mattresses sailors hammocks

Poet goes over the sky, under the poet wanders the land
Dopeklo poet Bliss, the sun dries fries thirst
What would invent such that the heat is not crushed bones?
Live poetry is not new and the prose is not newer
Van-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Van-pada-pada-pa-pa
Live poetry is not new and the prose is not newer

The poet does not have the money do not give a bribe for rhyme
It is beautiful and not a slacker, but the soul goes to the heel
What is poetry? -What? Pompey, whose days are numbered
I'd love it more if it were not his wife
Van-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Van-pada-pada-pa-pa
I'd love it more if it were not his wife

The poet dryness, throat pain in the neck, reduces eyebrows
Withered on the vine roots, leaves stuck in the very crown
All oaks since the world began escorted to the mind
Make yourself an idol to not sleep alone!
Van-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Van-pada-pada-pa-pa
Make yourself an idol to not sleep alone!

There's no zeal, no heat, no desires irrepressible
Even throw not mind old radio receiver
Cut down this heresy but in your head sounds very
Bashakov sings about & quot; Alice & quot; Komarov about & quot; life-shit & quot;
Van-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Van-pada-pada-pa-pa
Bashakov sings about & quot; Alice & quot; Komarov about & quot; life-shit & quot;

Without a family one in the world like a lunatic in the garden
Floyd erased on the tape are dead fish on kamod
Previously thought were so many! And now in the brain space
And because you only rhymes Gibraltar Labrodor
Van-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Van-pada-pada-pa-pa

Justify idleness nothing poet strange virus
What's the heart of even the liver had stopped
He no longer sleeps at night howling at the moon drink
And the fourth year meets spring 31

Poet alive and again at home, behind the rest of the summer
Did not finish the three volumes not completed the libretto
Rung steamers usvesteli train
Nature does not have weather from nature as always

Sailors do not have mattresses, and in the nature of tra-ta-ta