Текст песни Александр Непомнящий - Тусовка

Tusovka smokes cigarettes,
Conducts wise conversations
About postmodern, the laws of karma
And travel to Ixtlan.
After the Rastaman rite
Almost not pochival in astral planes,
Having honored the custom of common ancestors,
He starts a glass in a circle.


This place is only for aristocrats,
Who heard "Coyle" and Frank Zappa.
And who has not heard - we are not a couple,
Plebe, popser, cheap sucker.
Here all existentialists,
Poet-conceptualists,
All slowly give birth to thoughts
And they look at the black ceiling.


You saw Oliver Stone
And the last clip "Rolling Stones"?
The fourth volume of Cortázar -
It is impossible to lag behind life.
With Latin American prose,
Tequila-vodka, Wild Rose
We will break the stars from the sky,
Sorry - I can not read.


The Father and Son of Hare Rama
The Hyperborean Dalai Lama
With a team of goblins and elves
Comes and Mordor wins
And Sauron, according to Freud, is a fagot
Latent, and for the year - Tiger
His engram will be erased
And the clay Buddha sits.


Shove in the pocket of the quotationist Mao,
Become a warrior and follow the Tao,
Fry a half-dough from a frog,
As advised by Papus.
Well, then you will become our
And we'll take it and rub it together,
To me for you ... and not with them
And we'll sing sad blues.


*****


Tusovka sniffs packets,
Slows other objects
Flying lofty thoughts,
They keep their flight to nirvana.
On the day or the third flight
Intellectual heights
Our starships have reached,
But it's a pity - the coming to an end.