Lyrics Игорь Пискарев - Его достали
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Его достали быт и суета,
И женщины капризные достали,
Душевных мук сплошная суета,
Да и шаланды полные кефали...
И волосы он рвал на голове,
И пряди падали к ногам его в печали.
Изящный мат стелился по траве,
И птицы настороженно молчали.
Была весна. Обычный зимний день.
В лучах луны вороны щебетали,
И по привычке отгоняя тень,
Ворчал плетень: «Достали, блин, достали».
И женщины капризные достали,
Душевных мук сплошная суета,
Да и шаланды полные кефали...
И волосы он рвал на голове,
И пряди падали к ногам его в печали.
Изящный мат стелился по траве,
И птицы настороженно молчали.
Была весна. Обычный зимний день.
В лучах луны вороны щебетали,
И по привычке отгоняя тень,
Ворчал плетень: «Достали, блин, достали».
His life and vanity got him
And the moody women got it,
The torment of souls is sheer vanity
And the scows are full of mullet ...
And he tore his hair on his head,
And locks fell at his feet in sorrow.
A graceful mat spread on the grass
And the birds were silently wary.
It was spring. A typical winter day.
In the moonlight ravens chirped
And out of habit driving away the shadow,
The wattle grumbled: "They got it, damn it, got it."
And the moody women got it,
The torment of souls is sheer vanity
And the scows are full of mullet ...
And he tore his hair on his head,
And locks fell at his feet in sorrow.
A graceful mat spread on the grass
And the birds were silently wary.
It was spring. A typical winter day.
In the moonlight ravens chirped
And out of habit driving away the shadow,
The wattle grumbled: "They got it, damn it, got it."