Текст песни Каспийский Груз feat. Типси Тип - Давай придумаем финал как в советском кино

( dialogue from the film " Red Kalina " )
- And how are you sitting ?
- Last time , ahem, I sat there for five years.
- It's done with such big hands you an accountant ? Not even believe it.
- This I already trained there , you know, slippers sewn - sewn .
- These hands only to break locks , and not sew slippers .
- Well, you say .

[ Gross ]
Let's think of the ending as in the Soviet cinema ,
Everyone wanted to cry, but it was funny
Mom will shout : "Son ! " and embraced
And that little staggered titles

Joy - man, there's joy at the end of
I whiz , I thought my father thought so
I rank a little , I need your honor
I 'll be looking for before his death , where it is

And I'm old-fashioned boots
In the new form-fitting suit
Because we have become a dream Gagarin
Jura, we squander

And we , like, from different countries :
Ukraine, Azerbaijan ,
But when we watch hockey Russia - Canada
Cheer for our guys

Keep those around
And bury those who are near , near
Live better than anyone - yes I have hurt
Live like a shot : painful but necessary

[ Ves ]
Let's imagine how life in the Soviet cinema ,
That 's all for one and one for all, so that the wall
And when I close my eyes were wet
Let this joy around to blame

I do not care that he did not , who should
Though always palm up for the first batch
If home , then do not go out to walk back
So hide , count to a hundred guys

The boys hid that and find
And the laughter of childhood has long been trailed
And sadly soaked walls of our apartments
Driver , stop , let me go

I life is not measured the - counter rewind
And I do not believe , as Moscow does not believe in tears
What can go back in time , but I clearly know
That does not heal wounds , as we used them not licked

And when my father spoke about the caliber
I thought about it the bird as it was naive
And to finish us , God forbid , Lord
As in "Flights in dreams and reality " with Jankowski

[ Tipsy Type ]
Shattered into pieces island of dreams, they created monsters
Kentos packed with random, now the language has become acute
Moscow does not believe in tears - it is, and to hell with it with Oscar
Forward to your visit to the post-Soviet stage bosses

Here for poltosu offer namesake barefoot coke dose
Tale funny nose run splinter
Namutchika not touch , for Scouting tough ask
In which case he " Call " reset request

And there is no small thing to you by those who in the New Year
Under Ryazanov bread buttered sprat pate
I had not no choirboy Liverpool nor dirty New York
Then all over again. - Where's Grandma ? - I'm for it

Strong phrase lives , weak decays immediately
Country of contrasts - no honey, and her bosom ice
Turned out to be a cloudy year and that on there waiting
It's not a color screen . How May honey

Warm blanket lulled slowly , it is not necessary for this tablet
Rarely lights cast light on objects leftovers
This temporarily , in the end all will be like in the Soviet cinema
Common in everyday life with an extraordinary gust of wind

( dialogue from the film " Red Kalina " )
- Yegor , dear
- Come on, Luba , come on, it's a word. Words are cheap .
- Well you are all now invented something ...
- No, not yet invented . Only you less people listen. Listen, but the words are skipped , and then you very trustful . That you never cheated or what?
- No, and who , God ?