Lyrics 2h Company - Уделочная

Fine.

Workers from the repair site did not pay wages,
but the accounting department did not go shaking, knowing that the fault was due to
turned out to be the woman who has someone in a coma.
After this incident, she was transferred to the cleaning staff, having determined that the poor fellow was in grief
lost her knack. It was only partly true
just concentrating on numbers is difficult when the brain is under authority
of what she saw in the next search of unsuccessful ones.
The grandfather holding the door in front of her, "Ladies Forward" said than the neighbors
I was horrified by the children, not realizing that he alone saw her in that entrance.
Old-fashioned man: even in a squirrel when, etiquette honors, all honor to honor.
“Thank you,” said a lady of about sixty, dissolving.
Her husband awaited her every awakening, getting used to the fact that before going
to the kitchen, she will sharply throw him
asking, when I am there, not to whisper “everything is fine” - this makes it even more hopeless there. ”
At one time, a neighbor volunteered to help their search.
It turned out, pursued a personal one: having got there, she began to call Seryozhenka,
oklemalas, and she gave the alignment head of the family: "Your grandson, understand
killed overdose, and our son is alive, just in the steppe
the unknown world walks his spirit. " Explanations
the neighbor interrupted, asking: “You will meet the earring there, pass: grandmother begs for forgiveness
for being handed over to the police because of those damn things. ”
And left. The man said, "Well, mother, will we continue?" And the woman smoked sage again.

During the surveillance of the major, this couple was interested in:
no one of them fit the definition of a standard drug addict.
With their zatyukannostyu they somehow resembled his old men,
and he decided to develop them informally, on his personal weekend.
Broke without much noise, but who knows their old hearts
still can not stand, and immediately began to press the father in the kitchen.
I learned about a certain Constantine, who trained the mind of their son.
During the race, this tutor missed the spirit of the athlete, and that desert
fascinated. Coach Kostya compared that moment with the state of sleep,
hinting that a similar journey is organized by smoking “substance”.
Father himself rarely smoked: he has colic.
But the so-called search was trying to start in the mainstream of logic.
Guest began to pour out the theory that sleep generates random situations
but hesitated when his wife entered. The Major understood: everything is hallucinations for her
sequel just experienced. She croaked
in the direction of her husband: "And then we embody the zaebs of this dreamer-engineer."
The husband apologized for his wife: “She, as young people say, has a flashback.
Honey, did you fall into the lives of those poor hard workers again? ”
The major got up. "So, father, hammer to me, I will bring
its contribution. " And dragged on. And what do you think? Right. Its exactly that
the locality spat a case where they are camels in the desert -
wandered into the ruins, and there - an ambush. Carnivorous monkeys surrounded,
we rushed into the only passage - and to meet us
just their mass, there was no point in stopping, and we wedged powerfully, behind my bridle
grabbed ... Eh, if not for her, maybe she would have survived ... Major
when he awoke, he lied to the old men: "I was sitting by the fireplace, drinking Cahors."
From them returning home, in the tram entertained myself with those
that composed a request for transfer, preferably to the creative department.

Chorus:

In the house on Udelochnaya near the overgrown tram tracks,
looking out the window on an autumn night, parents are waiting for their fucked children.