Текст песни Бикбаев Дима - Монолог сумасшедшего

Sit down, I'll glad . Fold all fear
   And you can keep yourself free ,
I give you permission . You know , one of these days
   I was elected king in public,
But it's all the same. Confuse my thoughts
All these honors , greetings , bows ...
      I day and night writing laws
For the happiness of his subjects and very tired .
How do you like my capital ?
You from distant lands ? And yet, your face
Remind me of the familiar features ,
As if I met the names not knowing
You somewhere out there a long time ...
         Oh, Mary, is that you?
Oh dear, dear , dear !
Well, hold me , how happy I am as pleased!
   Kolya ... hello, dear brother !
You will not believe how well I do with you ,
How easy for me now ! But what's the matter , Mary ?
How did you ... haggard eyes still suffer ?
   Get closer to me , tell me ,
   That our Olya ? Everything grows? Healthy?
   Oh, my God ! What I 'd give to re-
Kiss her , pressed against my chest ...
You bring her? .. No, no, do not bring !
   Cry , perhaps, does not know ,
As you remember , it was just ... And you now what
Sob ? Stop it! You see a stiff upper lip
   I became completely and the doctor says ,
      It is an easy relapse,
That soon everything will pass, you need only patience .
Oh, yes, I am patient , I am very patient,
But still ... for what? What is our crime? ..
That my grandfather was sick , that was sick father
What this ghost scared me since childhood -
So what of it? I could , finally,
   Do not get cursed inheritance ! ..
So many years have passed, and we lived with you
So together , well , we all smiled ...
How did it start ? Yes , in the summer , in great heat,
We tore cornflowers, and suddenly it seemed to me ...
Yes , cornflowers , cornflowers ...
     A lot of them flashed in the field ...
     Remember , to the river
     We have them sbiraetsya for Oli.

     Olga throw flower
     In the river, the head will tilt ...
     & quot; Dad - screams - cornflower
     My float , not sink ?! & Quot;

     I took her in my arms ,
     In the eyes looked blue ,
     Legs to kiss her ,
     Pale legs , thin .

     How far these days ...
     Long till I will languish ?
     All cornflowers cornflowers
     Red, yellow everywhere ...

     You see , sticking on the wall ,
     Hear , run down the roof ,
     That creep up to me,
     Climb higher and higher ...

     Hear , they laugh ...
     God, what these torments ?
     Masha , save , driving ,
     Tight squeeze my hand!

     Late! Went broke ,
     Steel wall between us ,
     In head and sank ,
     Prick her petals.

     Breaks the entire breast with longing ...
     God! where do I go?
     All cornflowers cornflowers ...
     How dare they laugh?

But what you are sitting in front of me ?
How dare you look bold eyes?
You are spoiled by my kindness,
But still I am the king , and I straightened with you!
Pretty you hold me captive in a prison !
To do this, you have recognized me mad ...
So I will prove to you that I have in my mind :
You're my wife , and you - you're her brother ... What took ?
I am fair, but strict. You will be executed .
What do not you like? Bledneesh from fear ?
What should I do , my dear , that's why the whole country
Requires a long time since your shameful death !
But, however , it may be , I will soften the sentence
And goodness 'll give an example of the native land .
I do not for a penalty, not all of these executions - nonsense.
I weigh and look, think ... I do not know ...
      Hey, guard , people , somebody !
      Drive them into the neck of all , I have to
   To be alone ... do not forget Next :
   Here no one enters without a report .