Текст песни Homo Patience - ЖД 3 - Корпи над Моментом

Part 3. Corpi above the moment
Music: Aesop Rock - Crows 2

Semyon thought what to take
For personal reasons,
Better to lie on sick leave
And dump on the Maldives,
That's just Golimo that
The tourist was taken with red -handed -
When he was sleeping for the capital's climate
Very atypically -

After all, in Moscow, the whole of May is winter,
As the Hydrometeorological Center reported,
But Senya did not yawn like a sucker,
And for a long time,
Removing freshly printed
A pack from the card
And her fingers stained her,
He took a ticket to Zanzibar.

Then he dropped his son by the subway
Sending him to an elite school,
Having parked your piston
In a parking lot near which
Bomzh Anatoly
In the Spqr T -shirt
He treated his young lady
Tamara Grigoryevna,

On which he was thrown
Only a light peignoir
Tincture of hawthorn with a brown.
Semyon left his son
Pocket money,
And he himself sat on the express,
Checked the foreigner and -
Goodbye casemate!

And the bum Anatoly is overwintering
This summer is in your ghetto:
Where is the station construction
From the new terminal
The same vidok;
Where under the same beep signal
Will roll up more than one
Cat for a rink;

Where are classmates
Anton and Sergey take
And, without leaving the cash desk,
As Horace bequeathed, they value the moment,
On his sweet tar,
How flies.
And then they go cheerfully
Sculpt a down jacket

So that there is no different
From those around;
Where the living quarters are crowded
Like a clearing of the Bohemian forest
With the TV
And the chair of Morpheus,
To make it proud of it
Contemplate the void;

Where even in the minus
Boys can, wetting the throat,
Wip off the dance
Or press after ten,
When the district police officer
Climbs into the den;
Where in the morning children with chalk
Your silhouette will be painted with a mustache;

Where because of the narrow boundaries of the horizons
Among the erudites,
Weighing baseball caps,
It is unanimously considered
Elite resort -
Lake Cocyte,
Although they themselves are wandering around here
As restless.

After all in Russia, souls
They grow in breadth, not upward,
Only limits
This country is fitted.
Although it is enough to grow-
Changes will cut down those
Who rise
Above the trenches.

On the street Moroz Plus twenty,
At night in areas -
Perhaps the plus of sixteen.
Anatoly discovered
As he understood from the documents
Anton's insensitive body
And in the wallet
A solid amount,

But, full
Roman virtues,
I did not stain it with her,
Although she would be a help to him
For a night queen.
And here's how Figaro I thought:
And how many oligarchs are worthy
Honest name of the homeless?