Текст песни Леонид Сергеев - Симфония нутра

Well, friends, get ready
I’m ready to tell you an old legend,
Which I in childhood on a swing ...
Fell, hurt and lay in typhoid,
In the steppe, at night, near Tsarevo-Kokshaysky,
And the nurse Nina Pereguda,
Fired drunk Mamelukes,
Squinting the left black-eyed eye.
I listened, I listened, I was like a sponge,
Which diver Sam Hawimbi
Found in the wreckage brig "Venseremos",
Successfully not sailing to Derbent,
Where they waited, oh, how they waited for Scipio -
Gulyaku, chichisbey and playboy,
Famous in Highland Peshawar
Like the Black-Ibis-Visakhapatnam.
From there came the Hyperboreans,
Know the meaning of the word "Gunka"
Not as their brothers understood
From the sunken island of Honshu.
They walked on quicksand sands
Singing like Natasha Koroleva,
They converged to Lake Pianna
And they listened to the symphony of the gut.
Oh how much power was in these sounds
Carrying free and flying,
Penetrating Hamolno and Zedu
Into the crust, crust, ears, nose and mouth!
I was choking on the wealth of colors
Lurking in the frescoes of El Sforzando,
Which is on the way from Javied
He drank his wife and a wonderful donkey.
And the glorious girl was Nina!
One in the cockpit of a tower crane
With dangling counterweight cable
She gave birth to Egor.
She herself had a snack on the umbilical cord
Teeth made of ordinary stainless steel
And remembered how in a thousand crimson
Fire-colored year
She, brother Nina Pereguda,
Lying together under one overcoat
With zouaves from the Le Havre RUOP
And dreamed about something big.
And then the prophecy of Thutmose came true -
Pyramidal poplar over Chefren
Priests from the Pharaonic OMON
They chopped it down and put it into firewood.
And the poor heretic Giordano Bruno
Profuse sweating with coffee wiping
Screaming that this hot weather
Affects Earth's rotation.
Earth moaned in the area of ​​China.
Qin Shihuandi fought with an army of mines
And a Qin warrior in a horned helmet
He wrote on the walls of the pagoda: "Min no."
At the taiga settlement near Irkutsk
Japanese black belt Kinza-Shiba,
From the pain of howling like a wolverine
For a bathhouse he beat firewood with his palms.
And Nina Nikolaevna Skvortsova,
In girlhood, Comrade Pereguda,
I read aloud about the vileness of Freudianism
Convicted in the tenth ITU.
I listened, I listened, I was like a sponge,
Countess de la Bosca di Argento,
Which bit in a fit of passion
Cornet of the Ingenmarland Regiment.
The lip turned blue. The sea was worried.
Bora threw waves at Arkhangelsk,
Where are the people stupefied by freedom
They asked for some gulls of bread to bring.
A hungry son stood on a breakwater
Holding an aspen stick.
He wanted to take fish for a worm,
Dug in permafrost.
And his mother, in the marriage of Skvortsov,
In one second she turned into a fish
And pecked, and he fried it,
And he ate, and survived, and continued procreation.
And so the legend ends,
I heard on a swing
Soaring to the sun, falling to the ground
Like a pendulum - tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
It was or wasn’t - no matter
Wipe the tears of laughter and sorrow
Live forever, fall to the ground
Take off, and may it be warm to you!