Текст песни А. Непомнящий - Автостопная - III

From point A to point B along a forest road speed X is a fool .
With sky asterisk fall as proud angels in my head plays garage rock .
The original data is not enough, hitchhiking either, so the city is not in reach ,
In this city there is a long-distance telephone, and impossible to live without him .
Guys with TV , it happens in the foot helps Fanta, and in the black sky flying aircraft
But alas, I prefer Fante port so that this stone is not in my garden .
Wanted to lie down across the road , but God heard , so that after three o'clock
Everything will be as already sang Vladimir Vysotsky : beep and "Hello , it's me ."

I come to the city , but it is exactly the same as the county town of N:
Drunken faces , plate of Lenin and luschit seeds under her national minority .
Meet me promise bread, salt , and a full house night and day , as well as monuments review
But the telephone wire passed here on nonferrous metal recently obscure local thief .
In me rebelled Zheglov Dzerzhinsky Malyuta Skuratov , just confused me is not shit .
I offer a gin and tonic , and I drink it , not to smell like burning my wings .
But - again a miracle someone remembered that in negotiating for a change tonight Gerlach
His Gerlach, and, therefore, there can be a freebie , and beep "Hello , it's me "

No , the monument we see the astronauts do not go for fixed staircase where thumps crowd .
Depicting dispassion compass arrow with a brick face I step back ,
Where is Raphael's quite switchboard opens me freshest secret
What native country wide , unknown reason, and due to him two o'clock so as not.
Is that the Kali Yuga ? New Order ? Or Basayev took hostage a pair of pillars ?
It is not already Gogol and Kafka did not , not even Ilf and Petrov !
It is generally ... More pass ( Censorship ) - in short , I went through six floors ,
But Stride at least until the ninth , there must dance on the roof - black raven , nevermore, ace pikey ...

In short , booze was , and after a gig , and I broke four strings .
Anyone who believe in , it was a prayer , all that I see - a declaration of war .
Scarlet flew flies and left shoulder perched unseen prompter .
On the TV screen Egyptian falcon profile broadcasts someone Al Gore .
The wind storm of the equinoxes miserably engaged roof red reflection on our faces darkness
Cold flame inferno , and one on the left , called clients in Suicide Club ,
To shoot Euclidean geometry , where the card is free of flat land
Turn into a kind of horn doses of heroin and "Hello , it's me ."

The concert was finished as it should - the arrival mentovki - hands behind his head , nose to the wall.
As far as we all sometimes nonresident , so we are not in the home country .
Comrade Sergeant , I 'll tell you everything about the house and about the native garden by the river,
Of sunsets, sunrises, or rather sing . You 're right, I chuzhi your edge .
Yes, yes, my heart and registration - elsewhere . Why am I here ? - I really do not understand.
So release w ... Want you all confirm - I for five seconds. call .
Why I Hamley ? .. Shut the door - you can now sleep until morning
To mix in a dream or in reality a good sergeant and voice after the beep .

I was not allowed to sleep - get-together took action and brought two hundred rubles .
We are free birds go, brother, for night and day , at dawn on Highway same again .
At night and day waiting for a beer with a request to sing "kill the Yankees " Samsara and other vanities,
And I do not want to go there , no nirvana - Waterloo, the words " no way out " .
But, as happens with crappy tales end and reality itself is not true :
The coach did not pumpkin, returned to the world of all colors , from somewhere death itself died.
What I found on the night and day , I think , is clear . In the heart of Psalm 90 words
And " I'm probably too late , I'm sorry I woke you , just call , kiss . Bye. "