Текст песни СерЛ и Е. Быков - Интенса

Stick, stick, cucumber.
With a cucumber little man.
He stands with his shoulders up
Well, we're looking out the window.
And for a long time the candles have gone out,
And the evening is over for a long time,
And the mysterious precursor
Under the table for a long time.

No matter what sorrow,
To devils did not shake,
To the wife did not grumble,
We drink only strong tea.
And yet it has not rocked
Chalim in search of berth
Where she accidentally died
Someone's pure sadness.

Comma, point, point-
A little man on a piece of paper.
And under it an uneven line
"If you want to believe, and if you want, no!",
As a result, the chaohobili
Put the chilli pepper,
And in the end they got -
For seven troubles one answer.

Something grew sad,
It is visible devils pumped,
Something we all tired
And there is no end to sorrows.
They laughed at the beginning,
Someone was shouting at someone,
All of them denounced,
And they remained without a face.

A little man, a point, a stick,
Old Count,
The chair is an old rocking chair.
A little man in the rain,
The evening is long, the century is finite,
And the mysterious precursor
I forgot all of them until a new meeting,
To which we shall live.

Do not grieve for sorrow!
Without sorrow, we would be bored,
And not often would have met
What would be the end of it.
And so we sit and do not miss,
Pouring strong tea,
And it sucks us
Our life's depth.
And so we sit and do not miss,
Pouring strong tea,
And ... sadly shakes us
Our life's depth.