Текст песни Боржч - история у пруда

I got drunk yesterday. phoned all of Moscow and nowhere did they tell me: "Yes, Lyosha! Yes! Come here - now your hair will stand on end and your jaw will drop and you yourself will hang!" No one. I cried bitter, burning, drunken tears. large ones wrapped around my fists and I shook my fists. With shouts - "screw it up! I was sold! Betrayed! Wasted!" - I rushed off the benches straight into the pond. I threw off my pants and a T-shirt, threw my guitar, bystanders, my skin with my second one, and my friends who were burning for something - and swam, swam ... -. "What the FUCK ?! Spring is over?" - already in the morning the best friend of humanity got to the bottom of me. - Eternal fucking, - I answered him - it does not end. And he himself with a face like a monkey's ass. red and deranged. I sit and grieve. No pants. He rested while swimming in chto pond spaces, one T-shirt, and panties and a heap of unfinished bottles collected. At least some kind of joy. The homeless man still stood around, pulled the bales onto the asphalt, rummaged around, took out a jacket, sweatpants and threw them to me - That's right - he says - dick whether it will end. (Probably, this was and is washed away, because the most interesting, sincere things happen to us not where we got used to it and where we got a taste of this life, and where we could not imagine ourselves. in distant lands, drifting amid strange circumstances, in a puddle of a big city) -. "What the FUCK ?! Spring is over