Текст песни Тимур Шаов - Аутотренинг

Neighbor lost a job, He became sullen, aggressive,
Not fishing on Saturday, did not play dominoes.
It includes karaoke and singing at the top hysterically:
"The sun rises and sets, and in my dark prison!"
He sings, and the house of our thirst to hear the storm in the song,
The force of anger, a liter of vodka and calls for the ax.
He is now - a fighter against the regime, with our Elvis Presley Krasnaya Presnya,
From the window spitting, threatening and frightening the kids.
The wife of these songs will compete for migraines
He walks with a wet towel, putting leeches on whiskey.
I personally from any crap Helps auditory training -
Option fighting the regime and salvation from boredom.

Fellow citizens in thought wrinkle their foreheads, their heavy doubts tormented:
L accept the blows of fate, Or need to resist?
I sit down in a chair - and:
My hands are warm,
My feet are warm,
My ears are warm,
Pours body lead.
I am calm, I sit and not to bark, I am calm as Bobby under the bench,
Like Confucius, stoned weed - So I sit, the sage sage.
In my body, nothing moves, and while my body was no sense,
Rebellious spirit separates from the body, to soar, the incident thoroughly.
And naklast my life crooked, a neighbor with his karaoke
On his wife kareokuyu And all our wildness naklast!

From the entrance of our tenants in all satisfied with only two:
Jora, peaceful alcoholic, and his fighting cat.
The rest are gloomy: Say, what is it?
Life, you see, no sugar, no raspberry and honey.
And the world is not perfect at all. You look what is happening:
The sausage is not put meat, starch and gelatin.
It can be as cheap Hamlet, reprove, whoop, angry,
And it is possible to live peacefully, post as St. Augustine.
Anger because not constructive, anger spoils our souls,
After all, almost all people - brothers, Besides the obvious bastards.
Vaughn, policeman waving a stick will say right now that I broke,
He will say politely but firmly - wolf full of eyes.

And I said to him:
My hands - I say - Comrade Lieutenant, get warm,
My feet are warm,
My ears are warm,
And the lull in tired brain.
Here you are - nervous, like Anna Karenina, I - as calm as the mummy of Lenin.
You are fine as instructed Code! And I'll save your nerves.
Well, of course, I broke. I believe you,
Though you can see the similarity with sivym gelding,
But I am calm as Buddha under a tree, and my spirit flies high.
He is now flying over the capital, he scored on a traffic police on the police,
On all our grim justice. I was free, calm, easy!

People in the winter mood: morning - darkness of the night - dark,
Home, work, breakfast, dinner, and then sit like an owl.
And the soul? Instead of art Enterteynment Offer.
What soothe the soul? How to achieve harmony?
To be spiritually above, have neither the time nor the money.
To earn money, you have to live in another country.
But we do not need another country. It remains to auditory training -
The method of how to improve life, just lying on the back.

I recommend: go on the sofa - and:
Our hands are warm,
Our feet are warm,
Our thoughts become warm,
Comes in grace.
We are calm, as the birds of heaven. Our wives are lovely!
And husbands - hard-working, honest, well, and children, of course - to match!
Relaxation comes in. What we squabble, weather, inflation!
We are a large, peaceful nation, And everything is great we place!
And our country is too huge and life so comfortable!
And our sausages are generally edible. And we all, where it is necessary, we go.
My heart was disgusting and dirty - It was quiet, calm and kindly.
And we take off freely and happily, and mahnёm over the country with a breeze!
We'll fly you and me in what high, and neighbors with your Karaoke
And his spouse kareokaya AND policeman riding on a stick.
Fly-by Chagall, couples guitarist, waving guitars
Oligarchs, waving cigars, flying, soar, circling.
Now, if all of us: the ministers, writers, Hardworking, singers, guards -
Voznesёmsya all to hell - That was then, and collapse mode!