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Лет до двадцати пяти
Славно жили, впрок грешили.
Всякий зад держал на шиле,
Непрерывно фарт катил,
Убежав от строгих мам,
По флэтам вожжались кучно...
А потом вдруг стало скучно:
Разбежались по домам.
Доучились в институтах,
ПТУ и технарях,
Делим время на минуты:
Все по делу, все не зря.
Шеи в бабочки продели,
Разговоры завели.
И как мелем - все при деле.
А на деле - на мели.
Но уже поздняк метаться
На остатках куража:
Намозолила вожжа
И не режет зад, как в двадцать.
Мы теперь при встречах ленно
Пьем воспоминаний мед.
Жизнь давно уже не бьет.
Жизнь ломает об колено.
Славно жили, впрок грешили.
Всякий зад держал на шиле,
Непрерывно фарт катил,
Убежав от строгих мам,
По флэтам вожжались кучно...
А потом вдруг стало скучно:
Разбежались по домам.
Доучились в институтах,
ПТУ и технарях,
Делим время на минуты:
Все по делу, все не зря.
Шеи в бабочки продели,
Разговоры завели.
И как мелем - все при деле.
А на деле - на мели.
Но уже поздняк метаться
На остатках куража:
Намозолила вожжа
И не режет зад, как в двадцать.
Мы теперь при встречах ленно
Пьем воспоминаний мед.
Жизнь давно уже не бьет.
Жизнь ломает об колено.
Years to twenty-five
Gloriously lived, for the time being they sinned.
Every ass held on a silk,
Continuously fart rolled,
Escaping from strict moms,
On the flats heaped in a heap ...
And then suddenly it became boring:
We ran to our houses.
Have finished their studies in institutes,
Vocational schools and technicians,
We divide the time into minutes:
All on business, all knowingly.
Neck in the butterflies,
They started talking.
And as a melem - all in business.
And in fact - in shallows.
But already pozdnyak rush
On the remnants of courage:
Namozolila reins
Also does not cut back, as in twenty.
We are now meeting lately
We drink memories honey.
Life has not struck for a long time.
Life breaks on the knee.
Gloriously lived, for the time being they sinned.
Every ass held on a silk,
Continuously fart rolled,
Escaping from strict moms,
On the flats heaped in a heap ...
And then suddenly it became boring:
We ran to our houses.
Have finished their studies in institutes,
Vocational schools and technicians,
We divide the time into minutes:
All on business, all knowingly.
Neck in the butterflies,
They started talking.
And as a melem - all in business.
And in fact - in shallows.
But already pozdnyak rush
On the remnants of courage:
Namozolila reins
Also does not cut back, as in twenty.
We are now meeting lately
We drink memories honey.
Life has not struck for a long time.
Life breaks on the knee.