Once we met socks under the bed,
Male and female, matching each other,
Excellent pairing: it was still clean,
She was moderately fleecy.
We walked together along dusty paths,
Hiding in the corner from the owner's cat,
They gently removed the pellets from each other -
In general, we indulged in serene happiness.
So they whiled away the spring days,
But one day he had a suspicion
And during the act of their passionate love,
He asked, “Honey, why is your hole so big?”
She turned red to her toes
Indeed, everything is dangling in it like in a bucket,
The bear is placed in this den,
The space around her is distorted.
Since it's obvious that he's not the only one,
We must answer as sincerely as possible,
Is it better to leave it a secret?
A trip to Turkey last summer.
- Honey, you'll probably be upset.
But a month ago three people came in at once,
Where is the third one from? - no answer,
But they were all black.
Then a knee-length ski one,
And also striped, probably a Rastafarian. —
This is how she answered him honestly.
True, it was also Chinese - she didn’t notice.
From such a sharp turn of events
The elastic band of a man's sock came off.
He lit a cigarette, packed his things, and left.
She didn't meet him afterwards.
They said he hanged himself with a shoelace,
In fact, I got lost in the closet,
Lost in the arms of women's stockings
And he even settled in quite well.
She wanted to cry with her friend
But it was blown away by the wind while drying,
But I found my beau
In a size forty-six shoe.
Things are dear to us
And the memories are associated with them,
But so as not to die of bitter melancholy,
Change your socks at least sometimes.
Get rid of your greasy butt pants
And sweaters that have long been unraveling.
Right now, without waiting for spring,
Otherwise, your pants will tear in the center of Moscow.
Change your socks at least sometimes. (x3)