Текст песни Вася Обломов - национальная идея

Ivan Tsarevich chopped the snake, awakened the princess from sleep,

meanwhile, the national idea remained unclear.

He burned rags of toad skin in the oven, stole them while his wife slept.

The action worked, but also did not bring much clarity.

And the problems were added to the same - the effect was not at all what was expected:

the situation in the house got worse and a classic scandal arose.

Ivan broke a hole in the fence and went to exploits with a sword.

I cut off all the oaks near Lukomorye, found a chest on one, moreover.

Ivan broke the chest into pieces - not even with a sword, but with his head.

I thought there was happiness in the chest, but there was a hare - like a living one.

And Ivan said, they say, this joke is not funny, like a spit in the face.

He chopped a hare, and a duck in a hare. He broke the duck - and there was an egg.

And already anticipating victory, Ivan took a minute smoke break.

And he broke an egg - as the grandfathers beat the golden eggs of personal chickens.

And in bits of shell and slime that slowly flowed down the trunk,

our Ivan Tsarevich, looking closer, found a rusty needle.

And the reflex, honed for centuries, does not sleep again in this case:

Bam! - broke the needle with both hands (causing hepatitis and AIDS).

And he killed the Immortal Koshchei, and Koshchei's palace burned to the ground.

And the national idea is as incomprehensible as it was.

And I returned home - everything is the same there: garbage, dirt, a broken fence,

the smell of burnt frog skin and a mute reproach in his wife's eyes.

He spat on the floor, knocked out the door with his foot and went off to act as heroes in the night.

He fought with Baba Yagoya - he burned her in the oven with a shovel.

Burned a chicken hut in a load, and then, desperate and cruel,

pushed a whistle straight into the tail of the Nightingale the Robber.

And then Ivan cried out with longing: God, God, well, what?

Shaw would we break something else to make it feel good at once?

Where is this thing? Who am I? Where I am? But soon the fairy tale will end!

Then the national idea began to become clear at last.

Even the Lord himself spread his hand, proudly circling his native land:

“You think right! There is a thing in Russia, break it - and there will be paradise! "

In general, the goal, task and work - in everyday life, and in fairy tales, and in the cinema

Is to take and break something. But what - we are not given to understand.

What would we break this? But we break it - and it's clear: in vain.

Here they burned down the manor houses. They killed the faith and the king,

kulak, Socialist-Revolutionary and Cadet, Nepman, then Bolshevik.

If someone is not broken somewhere, then the hand has not yet reached.

All were broken, it seems clean. Happiness has come? What a dick!

Okay, we broke the communists. They broke the whole USSR.

If in the years of the previous stagnation we demolished churches from the squares,

now, pouring holy water, they broke the statues of the leaders.

Then they broke the democrats and reinforced the vertical again.

Whatever you break, everything is a loss. Whatever you break, it will be a pity.

We fight, we fight, we put our souls in, we sincerely break, like no one else!

Only every time we destroy, everything will turn out to be wrong again!

We are waiting for the rise of culture, factories, cinema,

and the toad skin that we burned a long time ago will return to the museum.

Corruption and traffic jams will disappear, medicine will rise to its full height ...

But no one hears a timid voice, and the answer is unusually simple:

so that Ivan Tsarevich came out as a prince and got rid of troubles once,

the main principle must be broken: the principle of breaking everything that the eye sees.