Words: Boris Yuryevich Kupchin
Music: Igor Veniaminovich Moshkin
Dental Technician
At work, I work as a laborer
Ahead “kapets” loomed, and I hollowed everything.
With his stupid hammer on steel teeth
On these ugly crowns and ... on the fingers ....
guitar & sax
I hate crowns, I don't want them
The hammer sings so loudly, at this time I am silent.
Only tired in the evening, legs to the house dragged
I take the guitar in my hands and ... disperse the melancholy ....
And around my colleagues, bulging eyes
Soon my cart will fail the brakes.
sax
A cheekbone in a cast, lead creaks behind its teeth.
I will sing one song and "fucked up" ...
Now I'm singing Rock to you, I don’t know what then?
The guitar is crying, soft-boiled fingers, in a ... madhouse.
'Cause I'm a technician and a musician, I'm a loser
Acoustics - sea, sea, sea, sea, and money - nifiga ...
By day I am a technician, but by night I am a guitarist.
At the computer, I sing to you all on Bis ....
Oh ... e ...
sax
I will tell you a secret who my enemies are.
These, these, most are dentists
My brains will tear off my patients under sticky
They save their money, they’re cool in my pocket.
I wanted to buy my beloved beautiful coat
To her love me .... it would be for what.
While saving money for six months on him,
The dentist drove my "steal" in the "Merc" rolled.
sax sithesizer solo "Drive a Mercedes"
I barely got into the shaggy six.
And wanted to catch up with the damn black Mercedes
Yes, where there, it was funny to everyone to tears.
My "fucking" car like his "Periodontitis".
After all, I’m a sucker, a poor technician, I’m a loser
He warmed his neck, now she is his snake.
He is a satisfied, well-fed, proud "ferzidipup"
Brought usefulness to me, why blame? He is dumb.
Then he ... well done!
He began to me brazenly dreaming in a voluptuous dream,
It’s like he is, across the field on my back ...
He sang mine, moreover, he sang a song, beat me with a whip,
And I laughed and pretended to be an Arabian horse.
He drove me across an uncut field
And with my free hand something gently crumpled
To my kral that sat with me on it
With her "swoop" she rubbed decorously on the back.
Here is such a nonsense ...
I thought, to hell with them, it does not matter ....
I went enthusiastically to work.
He waited for me, and that’s good.
oh .. ha ha ha ....
Here comes the main corridor, dude
The gait is evident immediately - bastard, "homicon".
With my fingers spread apart
Once again I’ll put a “leech” - “bell ringing”.
For him, I am only a cattle, a horse or a yak.
He listened to my songs, says - "a second
He ordered me to do a lot, and even in the morning.
And I realized that today, for sure - I will not sing ...
After all, I’m a technician, a musician, a loser.
Wow .. bastard!
August 8, 2015
from the album Borya Kupchin 2015
