Lyrics Джамахирия - Секс в автобусе
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G
Он пришел на остановку в полседьмого, где-то так,
Если он не ошибался, это был Гознак
C7
Автобус пришел в восемь, с минутой или без,
G
Скрипя под грузом сотен маринованных телес.
D7
В салоне пахло перегаром и нестиранным бельем,
C7
Но он учуял ее запах - увидел ЕЕ!
Она ехала от Рынка, изнывая от жары,
Она там продала сто банок баклажановой икры,
И с отсутствующим видом пыталась сосчитать,
Сколько выручила денег и куда ей их девать,
Предвкушая пьяный вечер среди гопников-друзей,
Она заметила ЕГО, а он улыбнулся ей...
G F G
Секс в автобусе...
У них прекрасно получалось, трудно было лишь начать.
Соседи отворачивались, чтоб не замечать,
Покрывались липким потом, тайком косясь на них,
Внутри сгорая от желанья,вслух ругая молодых,
Шофер никак не мог понять - почему его рука
Ведет автобус так, чтоб он подпрыгивал на бугорках...
Он взлетал выше неба, она падала вниз,
Пассажиры расслабились, соседи завелись,
Любовь - опасная бацилла! - бушевала в их крови,
Они сгорали от несоргазмированной любви.
Когда он кончил, выпало стекло из заднего окна,
Взорвался левый бензобак, когда кончила она...
Секс в автобусе...
И он, застегивая брюки, вышел у мастерских,
Она поправила юбку, подумала "Псих!",
И остаток дороги была ужасно мрачна,
И вышла может быть на Факеле, или на Горном, на...
Автобус проводил ее глазами сотен телес,
Потом ушел за горизонт, за горизонтом изчез...
Автобус несся по городу, отплясывая твист,
Каков паровоз - таков машинист,
Каков мясник - таковы телеса -
Он, забибикав на прощанье, улетел в небеса.
Вы спросите меня - "А в чем же здесь мораль?" -
Да я просто обкурился и все это вам нагнал!!!
G
He came to a stop at half past six, somewhere like that,
If he was not mistaken, it was Goznak
C7
The bus came at eight, with or without a minute,
G
Screeching under the weight of hundreds of marinated corpses.
D7
In the salon there was a smell of fumes and non-washed laundry,
C7
But he smelled her scent - saw her!
She rode from the Market, languishing in the heat,
She sold a hundred cans of eggplant caviar there,
And with an absent look she tried to count,
How much money has been saved and where to put it,
Looking forward to a drunken evening among gopnik friends,
She noticed him, and he smiled at her ...
G F G
Sex on the bus ...
They did very well, it was difficult to begin.
Neighbors turned away, so as not to notice,
They covered themselves with a sticky sweat, sidling secretly at them,
Inside, burning with desire, loudly scolding the young,
The driver could not understand why his hand
The bus drives so that it bounces on the tubercles ...
He took off above the sky, she fell down,
The passengers relaxed, the neighbors got started,
Love is a dangerous bacillus! - raged in their blood,
They burned out of unregistered love.
When he had finished, the glass fell from the back window,
The left gas tank exploded when it came to an end ...
Sex on the bus ...
And he, buttoning his trousers, went out at the workshops,
She straightened her skirt, thought "Freak!",
And the rest of the road was terribly gloomy,
And she came out on Torch, or on Mountain, on ...
The bus passed her through the eyes of hundreds of bodies,
Then he went beyond the horizon, beyond the horizon he disappeared ...
The bus rushed through the city, dancing a twist,
What is the engine - such is the machinist,
What is the butcher - such is the body -
He, zabibikav at parting, flew to heaven.
You ask me - "And what is the moral here?" -
Yes, I just fumed and it caught up with you !!!
He came to a stop at half past six, somewhere like that,
If he was not mistaken, it was Goznak
C7
The bus came at eight, with or without a minute,
G
Screeching under the weight of hundreds of marinated corpses.
D7
In the salon there was a smell of fumes and non-washed laundry,
C7
But he smelled her scent - saw her!
She rode from the Market, languishing in the heat,
She sold a hundred cans of eggplant caviar there,
And with an absent look she tried to count,
How much money has been saved and where to put it,
Looking forward to a drunken evening among gopnik friends,
She noticed him, and he smiled at her ...
G F G
Sex on the bus ...
They did very well, it was difficult to begin.
Neighbors turned away, so as not to notice,
They covered themselves with a sticky sweat, sidling secretly at them,
Inside, burning with desire, loudly scolding the young,
The driver could not understand why his hand
The bus drives so that it bounces on the tubercles ...
He took off above the sky, she fell down,
The passengers relaxed, the neighbors got started,
Love is a dangerous bacillus! - raged in their blood,
They burned out of unregistered love.
When he had finished, the glass fell from the back window,
The left gas tank exploded when it came to an end ...
Sex on the bus ...
And he, buttoning his trousers, went out at the workshops,
She straightened her skirt, thought "Freak!",
And the rest of the road was terribly gloomy,
And she came out on Torch, or on Mountain, on ...
The bus passed her through the eyes of hundreds of bodies,
Then he went beyond the horizon, beyond the horizon he disappeared ...
The bus rushed through the city, dancing a twist,
What is the engine - such is the machinist,
What is the butcher - such is the body -
He, zabibikav at parting, flew to heaven.
You ask me - "And what is the moral here?" -
Yes, I just fumed and it caught up with you !!!