Текст песни Яшка Казанова - Елена Морозова - Фаза 4

women frying. men are pitiful.
children are welcome. i'm soon thirty.
I looked at my eyes, pulling the earflap,
in the blue nebuschko austerlitz.

i'm soon thirty. such a figure
can not be omitted. summing up
I notice: problems with the cycle -
whether hormones are eccentric, or

simple tiredness; Moscow is getting fat
on the map of Izhevsk closed;
clever buttercup in the greenhouse
growing up bringing up the sense of the rear

to the level of the norm; inside digging
I began to see a piece of the universe
and understand what to cut your finger -
much bolder than cutting veins

soiling tile. i'm soon thirty.
three zero. in my favor, steep thighs.
Here are just a habit to get used to
and you can immediately have a baby.
...
I like being a woman: lose weight,
wear heels, get scared of insects.
i like being a boy fucking
from female fingers, even strangers -
in a trolleybus, subway or taxi.
I like being a man: spend
wallet of money, time and effort
on a new tangled dress
me woman shave your mustache
face and head, wear tight jeans.
I like being a girl: caprice
throw out on the boy - go to bed
as if frightened. dirty popsicle
knees in abrasions. smoking furtively "java"

burn inadvertently curtains but
still afraid to appear drunk
on mom's eyes. and live laughing.
I like being us: slyly
write out an unknown liaison
Georgian drink. water to drink the next morning.
love you loved ones protect
you from the dissatisfaction of the atmosphere.
decide to give birth to me or not to give birth,
and if so, from whom. and hair dryer
dry the stain on the edge of the spring,
to dry all the puddles. do you know you know ...
...
there are parts that I always seem vulgar:
read your own poems aloud to strangers; come twenty minutes later
appointment time; post photos with decadent comments;
it is embarrassing to think that collecting bottles; judge a woman by the size of her waist;
to believe that real risotto can be tasted only in Italy;
be sure to talk to me about Tanya and
try to impress your opinion (about hair, clothes, texts, gestures and tditp) about her -
to me.

There are parts that invariably seem nasty to me:
for example - to make a look with languishing and speak in riddles;
require not to bend the pages, and use bookmarks;
hide a gin bottle behind flower pots;
Any commercial to measure Cannes,
while stealing other people's ideas;
every conversation trying to translate into money;
ask: "well, invite for a birthday?"

There are parts that invariably seem to me pitiful:
be attached to brands in everything - from the pipe to the smoking pajamas;
suck the belly and squeeze into the jacket
two sizes smaller than necessary;
call "this thing" and a urinal, and a condom. and own member, and dildo;
speak at the parent meeting: “my child is indigo!
because he is so impressionable, excitable, because he is such a rebel and a bully. "

Hmmm ... Circuits, which in the hands of something to be ashamed.
why am I getting so hot? after mulled wine is still hot?
after all, in fact, I do not care - that full face, that from the rear -
just suddenly shuddered.
...
some demon inside presses the little finger "off."
and everything changes right away: from faces to streets.
I am too accustomed to such experiments,
because so skillfully and grouped.

morning is hardly wiser than evening. however
maybe not at all in time of day. where there!
The "off" button is pressed. the world is black and white again.
again you can bind roses to dates

turning yourself into a tear-off calendar: pictures -
minimal, yellow paper, a lot of text.
why not? Well tried - enough
to understand - "off." OK and no longer interesting.

only the demon inside does not think so, ploping
shamelessly in my chips, which means -
he finds a new button, he pulls a finger,
and I explode again and live differently again.
....
women are created for pleasure
(God, thank you for!)
what's the difference, whose battle is there, and where the army is going,
if you take her face with your palms, look straight into your eyes,
and you see - not dawn at all, but morning with the alarm clock
+ initials of the boss Valentina Ilyinichna,
typed on company letterhead in Times New Roman font
with disgusting serifs? of course, behind you is Ron,
a lot of plans, Sikorski and tanks ...
women invented for pleasure! for the bath of milk with blood. for sudden tango
by the hot stove a couple of minutes before dinner.
for tastings: cigars, people, emotions, attitudes, drugs of all stripes. besides - on
pleasures laying the whole point of this mess of motley, this lace,
it is strange not to recognize: women married to be married to men not married -
all (!) created by sculptors of the Order of Hedonists
regardless of ten for them, for fifty or three hundred.

and you are a clot of laziness, if by the age of twelve I did not bother to feel the above.
and say hello to your parents - and to your mother with her blood clots, spikes, spasms;
and father - in his newspaper and a bowl of dumplings,
which he, without thinking, will grind.
right before bedtime.
...
throwing low-key camisole
cadet in a crowd of cadets