Текст песни Студия - Этот парень

This guy was one of those
That just loves a waltz
Aroused loud laughter everywhere -
School class laughed at him
And he missed the piano,
I didn’t pick up a guitar.
The teachers kicked him:
Cut heavy metal!

Mother scolded every day,
Father beat with a belt:
Gotta boy you play metal
Forget the waltz, shame on the family!
And he screamed, saying I’m playing
I’ll only be a waltz, I didn’t care at all ...
Then the brothers took him
Chop heavy metal.

Will be sent into the distance - into the distance Scriabin!
It will be sent into the distance - into the distance Glinka!
It’s not serious to sausage the piano -
There are many among us.
You play metal on the bass!

He is on stage in chains
Hard rock gave
But in the living room - by candlelight
He dreamed of playing Chopin.
No one knew how smart he was.
Below the shoulders, above the knees
Secretly wore tattoos:
Tchaikovsky, Strauss, Chopin!

Shestakovich, Bach, Liszt, Mozart!
And looking into the distance - Glinka into the distance!
Rimsky-Korsakov knocked out on his left shoulder
Mendelssohn's navel
And of course Bach - all over

Under his guitar rock
I got up on the ears of the hall.
And he hated him,
He cursed his life.
And he disappeared - maybe he fell into a pond,
Maybe he left and disappeared into the forest ...
One producer told us
That he plays pop music.

He began to play pop music in night bars ...
He began to play hip-hop in night clubs ...
So in our time, the old woman-fate ruins the good guys!
Do not return it - cry the guitar!
And a simple refrain flying into the distance ...

He writes plywood for the Na-Na group, he sculpts hits on Kirkorov!
He himself sings his songs
Everyone's calling now ...
his...
Decl ...