Lyrics Короли Кухни - Остался без работы
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Остался без работы. Возвращается жена
И что-то, что-то, что-то ни туда всё и ни сюда
Мои друзья считают, что я спился
Моя девушка считает, что я – друг
Моя гитара в пополаме – скоро смолкнет совсем
Я вспоминаю о маме тогда, когда ем
И, не без основанья, пословица «В семье не без урода» -
Про меня.
Моя сестра считает письма за год и сбивается на двух
Моя любовь считает, что любовь прошла давно. Ду-дух.
Мой разговор без заиканья не помнит никто давно. Ду-дух
Мои стихи последних месяцев не произносятся вслух
Моя квартира без уборки и ремонта пять лет
Я опускаюсь всё ниже, а дна всё нет
Давно пора бы уж жениться и купить себе велосипед
Сесть на него, поехать и разбиться и прямо на тот свет
И сахар кончился, видно весь ушёл в мочу
Умереть слишком сложно, а жить уже не хочу
Мои друзья считают, что я спился, а спиваются они
А я, прищурю глаза и вижу огни
И небо пело – это лётчик снял наушники и спит
А она лежит так близко и на ушко говорит
Мол, не печалься, я с тобою буду всегда
А я считаю, что вот это – настоящая беда
И все готовы помочь, но я один уже давно
И дело даже не в работе и не в том, что есть ещё вино
Мой лучший друг на небесах, меж четырёх якорей
А я ещё живу, скотина, и даже думаю о ней
1997 октябрь 18
Left without work. Wife is returning
And something, something, something, neither everything there nor here
My friends think I'm drunk
My girlfriend thinks I'm a friend
My guitar is cut in half - it will soon shut off completely
I remember mom when I eat
And, not without foundation, the proverb "In the family is not without a freak" -
About me.
My sister counts letters for a year and gets off on two
My love believes that love is long gone. Doo spirit.
Nobody remembers my conversation without stuttering for a long time. Do spirit
My poems of recent months are not pronounced aloud
My apartment without cleaning and repair for five years
I'm sinking lower and lower
It's time to get married and buy a bike
Sit on it, go and break and go straight to the next world
And the sugar ran out, apparently all went to urine
It’s too difficult to die, but I don’t want to live anymore
My friends think I'm drunk, and they get drunk
And I squint my eyes and see the lights
And the sky sang - this pilot took off his headphones and sleeps
And she lies so close and speaks in her ear
Like, do not be sad, I will always be with you
And I believe that this is a real disaster
And everyone is ready to help, but I'm alone for a long time
And it’s not even about work and that there is still wine
My best friend in heaven, between the four anchors
And I still live, cattle, and even think about her
1997 October 18
And something, something, something, neither everything there nor here
My friends think I'm drunk
My girlfriend thinks I'm a friend
My guitar is cut in half - it will soon shut off completely
I remember mom when I eat
And, not without foundation, the proverb "In the family is not without a freak" -
About me.
My sister counts letters for a year and gets off on two
My love believes that love is long gone. Doo spirit.
Nobody remembers my conversation without stuttering for a long time. Do spirit
My poems of recent months are not pronounced aloud
My apartment without cleaning and repair for five years
I'm sinking lower and lower
It's time to get married and buy a bike
Sit on it, go and break and go straight to the next world
And the sugar ran out, apparently all went to urine
It’s too difficult to die, but I don’t want to live anymore
My friends think I'm drunk, and they get drunk
And I squint my eyes and see the lights
And the sky sang - this pilot took off his headphones and sleeps
And she lies so close and speaks in her ear
Like, do not be sad, I will always be with you
And I believe that this is a real disaster
And everyone is ready to help, but I'm alone for a long time
And it’s not even about work and that there is still wine
My best friend in heaven, between the four anchors
And I still live, cattle, and even think about her
1997 October 18