Eh, night, and something will not sleep
Beds, people smoothly in a row
I am old, nervous, in a mental hospital
Lying which day in a row
Wife-cholera with skinny
All poured at the table
Then - the call, which is easier
And bring me in madhouse
And at the reception, the doctor is the main
So surprisingly threw an eyebrow
And threw: "The guy is visible, nice,
But in the veins vodka, not blood "
We are treated here not from a cold
Here in the gray form of a nurse,
We are treated here ... Oh, oh, oh
Came hard time
Sons of freedom gathered here,
And each - first spill
The soul of the people is treated here.
From decomposing beer
My neighbor, Feda, can not sleep,
Sits in shorts, looks out the window
One thing is disturbing now:
What to jump hurts high
Semyonov turns the neck in the scar
He finned and dried
I wanted to hang on, yes removed
And rubbed he neck, nervously hooch
Eh, night, moan, cough, screams "planted!"
Semenov scratches neck, like a beast
Senya's teeth creaks: "Not fused!"
And in the clock he sings sadly door
We just lived in Spartan,
And often slept on Earth,
We were alien passion in Meshchanski, were - were ...
It was a pushing on beer and wine,
And the money did not catch in piggy banks, like some, yes,
And drove the state turnover,
For what we, friends, lattices and stretcher,
Such a sinister turn in fate?
