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Am
Dear transmission!
On Saturday, almost crying,
A7
All Kanatchikova summer residence
Dm
I was torn to the TV, -

Instead of eating, washing,
Am
To prick and forget,
E7 E
The whole mad hospital
E7 Am
At the screen has gathered.

A A7
He spoke, wringing his hands,
Dm
Krasnobay and balamut
About the impotence of science
E7 E
Before the secret of Bermuda, -

Am
All the brains have broken into parts,
Dm
All the gyrations are braided -
E7 E
And kanatchikov authorities
E7 Am
They give us a second injection.

Dear editor!
Maybe it's better - about the reactor?
About your favorite moon tractor ?!
After all, you can not! - consecutive year:
Then the plates are scared -
Say, mean, fly;
That y dogs bark at you,
The ruins - they say!

G G7
We are a little skilled:
C A7
We beat the plates all year round -
A A7
We ate a dog at them, -
Dm
If the cook does not lie to us.

A medication piles -
Am
In the toilet, who is not a fool.
E7 E
That's life! And suddenly - Bermuda!
E7 Am
Here those times! It can not be so!

We did not make a scandal -
To us the leader was missing:
The real riotous little -
There are no leaders.
But on intrigues and ravings
The web is y us and nonsense -
Do not spoil our mass
Evil intrigues of enemies!

This is their skinny devils
Bermuten water in the pond,
It's all invented by Churchill
In the eighteenth year!

We are about explosions, about fires
We wrote a TASS note ...
Here the orderlies rushed -
Fixed us.

Those who were particularly fierce,
Tied to the backs of the beds -
Fought in a foam paranoid
Like a witcher on a Sabbath:
"Untie the towels,
Inovers, savants!
We are burbling heart
And bermutno on the soul! "

A A7 *
Forty souls howl in a shift -
Dm
They were all white-hot, -
How much they worry about
C
Triangular matters!

Dm
Everybody was almost crazy -
Am
Even who was insane, -
E7 E
And then the head doctor Margulies
E7 Am
The TV forbade it.

There he is, a snake, in the window looms -
The plug hides behind the back, -
Signed someone - it means,
The paramedic will tear out the wires.
It remains for us to prick -
And fall to the bottom of the well,
And the abyss at the bottom of the well,
As in Bermuda, forever.

Hy and tomorrow the children will ask,
Visiting us in the morning:
"Dads, what did these
Candidates for a doctor? "

We will open our children
The truth is they do not care:
"Amazing side by side -
But it is forbidden! "

Won dentist homeworker Rudik -
He has a receiver "pseudo", -
He turns it at night -
Catching, contra, FRG.
He was a merchant there in shambles -
And moved his mind, -
To us has got in excitement terrible
With a numbered leg.

I came running, very excited.
We were shocked by the message,
As if our scientific liner
In the triangle mired:

He disappeared, spent fuel,
The whole broke up into pieces, -
Our two crazy brothers
Fishermen picked it up.

Those who survived the cataclysm,
Stay in pessimism, -
They were yesterday in a glass prism
To us in hospital have brought -
And one of them, a mechanic,
He told me, having escaped from the nurse,
What Bermuda polyhedron -
Uncovered navel of the Earth.

"What was it? How did you escape?" -
Everyone climbed and pestered, -
But the mechanic only shook
And firing squad.

He then cried, then laughed,
He bristled like a hedgehog, -
He mocked us, -
Crazy - what will you take!

The former alcoholic got up,
Foul language and seditious:
"We must drink a triangle!
For three of it! You give! "
Disappointed - and sypit:
"The triangle will be drunk!"
Whether it's a parallelepiped,
Whether he is a circle, a louse is eaten! "

Painfully beat on our souls
"Voices" for thousands of miles, -
In vain, "America" ​​is not deaf,
In vain we do not press "Israel":

With all its hostile essence
Undermine and harm -
TO