Lyrics Гришка - Здоровый человек
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Быть здоровым, рослым, сильным наверно хорошо
Но я таким не стал, значит мне не повезло
Мне наверно еще можно чего-то наверстать,
Но что-то неохота ум насилу менять,
Да конечно же приятно, когда
Ты по улицам идешь, а все отводят глаза
Даже в спину все тебе боятся посмотреть,
Ну и еще, ведь если что, то можно сразу умереть
Широкие штаны и полтинник рука
И ты таким же как я не станешь никогда
Расправленные плечи и чуть сжаты кулаки
При мне смотреть всем в пол, или лучше беги
И только ты попробуй мне что-то сказать
И тебе удара в нос не удастся избежать
А я тебя возьму и скажу в ухо пару слов
Медленно, но громко: я здоров!!!
Сильный, сильный парень, очень, очень сильный
Сильный, сильный парень, просто заебись
Здоровым как-то проще, везде по чем,
А маленьким и слабым че-то как-то не везет
Вот был бы я здоров, я без всякого труда
Пошел бы на эстраду петь - па ра ри ру ра
Я батик военный китель потупее с ремнем
Я бы всяким неформалам паказал бы что по чем
И над текстом бы не стал себе голову ловать,
А сочинил бы лучше песню про лимоновый сад,
Ну конечно, тут же я понравился бы всем
Стали б все меня любить еще больше, чем теперь
И только я один не понял бы никак
Что выгляжу в мундире я как полный мудак
Ну ладно, подумаешь что, все поют,
И что-то с ними не случилось ничего
И не надо мне оваций или очень громких слов
Здесь и так все ясно, просто я здоров!!!
Be healthy, tall, strong probably good
But I did not, so I was not lucky
I probably still can make up for something,
But something is reluctant to force the mind to change,
Yes of course it's nice when
You walk in the streets, but everyone turns their eyes away
Even in the back you are all afraid to look,
Well and still, in fact if that, it is possible to die at once
Wide trousers and a half-ruble hand
And you are the same as I will never
Straightened shoulders and slightly clenched fists
When I look at everyone on the floor, or better run
And only you try to tell me something
And you will not be able to avoid blow to the nose
And I'll take you and say a few words in your ear
Slowly, but loud: I'm healthy!
Strong, strong guy, very, very strong
Strong, strong guy, just fucked up
Healthy somehow easier, everywhere for what,
A small and weak Che something somehow unlucky
Here I would be healthy, I without any difficulty
I would go to the stage to sing -
I'm a batik military tunic with a belt
I would have told every informal person what
And above the text would not have been a head to catch,
I would have written a song about a lemon garden,
Of course, immediately I would have liked everyone
They would all love me even more than now
And only I alone would not understand in any way
What I look like in a uniform is a complete asshole
Well, you'll think that everyone is singing,
And something happened to them that nothing happened
And I do not need an ovation or very high-sounding words
Here and so everything is clear, I'm just healthy!
But I did not, so I was not lucky
I probably still can make up for something,
But something is reluctant to force the mind to change,
Yes of course it's nice when
You walk in the streets, but everyone turns their eyes away
Even in the back you are all afraid to look,
Well and still, in fact if that, it is possible to die at once
Wide trousers and a half-ruble hand
And you are the same as I will never
Straightened shoulders and slightly clenched fists
When I look at everyone on the floor, or better run
And only you try to tell me something
And you will not be able to avoid blow to the nose
And I'll take you and say a few words in your ear
Slowly, but loud: I'm healthy!
Strong, strong guy, very, very strong
Strong, strong guy, just fucked up
Healthy somehow easier, everywhere for what,
A small and weak Che something somehow unlucky
Here I would be healthy, I without any difficulty
I would go to the stage to sing -
I'm a batik military tunic with a belt
I would have told every informal person what
And above the text would not have been a head to catch,
I would have written a song about a lemon garden,
Of course, immediately I would have liked everyone
They would all love me even more than now
And only I alone would not understand in any way
What I look like in a uniform is a complete asshole
Well, you'll think that everyone is singing,
And something happened to them that nothing happened
And I do not need an ovation or very high-sounding words
Here and so everything is clear, I'm just healthy!