Текст песни Война Поэтов - Людвиг

chess.
what could be funnier?
Varya Kosmatov.
as soon as you got home, there was an explosion.
Tanya burst into tears.
I was calm.
Until the age of 17, Tanya did not cry.
now, in her 31 years, having already 3 children, she cried causally and without reason.
I was calm.
the explosion was immediately forgotten.
but several years of unreasonable crying pursued Tanya.
I grew up.
dropped out of school.
began to look out the window.
study like a boomerang flew back, hitting Tanya in the forehead.
she slept.
a veil fell on our relationship.
I was calm, confidently anticipating my victory over the spirit of silence.
Tanya often cried.
the second child, little Andryushka, was soon born.
he only added joy to me - he had no legs.
to have a poor son is my dream since early childhood.
I was finally happy.
Tanya sobbed, and I watched all day as Andryushka tried to move around a large three-story manor, which belonged early to a certain Doctor Lobbe, who devoted his whole life to working on two-headed frogs.
in one of the boring September evenings Tanya stopped crying - I felt that I wanted to eat.
but if there is, then we must also drink!
Ha!
drank. something pinched in the gourdy.
his throat blazed with fire.
Andryusha laughed.
it was he, yes, it was he who put poison in my coffee.
I died.
heavy?
uh ..
my body was buried not far from the estate.
I myself became funny and transparent.
Nobody sees me.
but I'm fine with them.
strange, but Tanya is pregnant again, something is not clear here.
Andryushka keeps laughing.
I spoke to her one morning.
she doesn't hear me.
noticed a strangeness behind me - I forget to open the doors.
probably getting old.
stopped smoking.
they don't sell me cigarettes.
they don't see me!
do not hear!
maybe I lost my head !!!
Tanya had a son.
named after me-Ludwig.
but he is not my child.
Soon a bastard in a white dress coat began to appear in our estate.
for a long time he did not leave the tannin room, he kept calling Ludwig his son.
father of fucking.
Andryushka was completely lazy.
began to crawl on his back.
as if floating, but laughing.
I want back.
I was in Tanya's room at night.
bastard, taking off his tailcoat, sat on Tanya.
she cried.
I have never in my life allowed myself to sit on Tanya.
this is blasphemous, in my opinion.
I kicked the bastard.
slipped and fell into the basement.
dark.
fell asleep so as not to be afraid.
nope.
well, I would have fallen and got out.
so I fell, but I don't remember where to go.
last time I was here two years ago.
two weeks later, the same funny and translucent Ludwig, like me, fell through here.
I was glad to have a company.
soon heard Tanya's hysterical cry, full of grief and despair.
in my subconscious, her roar merged into a letter and then into a word.
she shouted "People! Ludik! Come back!"
Ludwig and I laughed and started shouting back.
the screams died down for a second, as if Tanya had listened to us.
then she started yelling again.