название:

Cлучай в Кремле


автор:

Тимур Шаов


жанры: russian, singer-songwriter
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I guess the hell I born in a family of intellectuals.
 Pity, compassion, I imbibed with the milk.
 You'll laugh: I'm so sorry for President!
 Work a dog, and there is no sympathy for anybody.
 
And the authorities? What power? Chimera! Price it - a penny.
 After plow, like a camel, because the plow as a galley slave.
 Never go for a walk or a drink on the bench,
 Since men do not gulnut, not to mention women.
 
Sticking on the guard of peace, democracy, progress,
 Lose their teeth, hair and nerves ... zero.
 Human rights activists are silent, and the Western press,
 And he, as a prisoner of conscience, is sitting in his Kremlin!
 
Though I was never a dissident,
 Heh Heh!
 And then I decided to remain silent is not good!
 I fashioned a banner "Freedom to the President!"
 And with him went to the Red Square.
 And stood up.
 
I got up exactly opposite the Spassky Tower.
 Heh Heh!
 Lovely, like Martin Luther King.
 Not that I'm a bad, not that I'm fearless,
 But pity the person Well, guys!
 
Our country is breech -
Good cop immediately.
 And zyrkaet glazёnkami,
 And requests the document.
 Efforts Cop
 Beyond the measure of him.
 - I kind of do not like Khodorkovsky?
 - Well, you never know what!
 
Tara-ru-Rach-touch touch-commandant ...
 Indeed, as you never know what!
 
Take me guardsmen and straight into the Kremlin plant.
 Well, I think: the rack; everything - doprygalsya, a rebel.
 But it did not seem to lead to the basement. Lead in mansions like!
 And I did not have time to gasp - the emperor in front of me!
 
Wow - a rumor - heart of oak! - He puts his arm around my shoulders.
 - You're right. It is not easy to be the head of all my Russia!
 I am here fire, Prometheus, and all I peck liver.
 And you're the one interceded. Now - what you want, ask.
 
Hosh, the Minister will, or a general?
 Heh Heh!
 Or after one of the warm countries?
 Do you want, buy an estate in the Urals.
 To him another three thousand serfs?
 
Tara-ru-Rach-touch touch-range ...
 And I will give the money, straight as unesёsh!

I say, "I do not want stripes, even's stripes.
 Name too to anything. And I do not need power.
 That is if my wife used such railway slippers,
 What is your most renowned wife ... "
 
He smiled and said: "No, husband zarugaet.
 Take mine. What? Or I do not I All Russia? ".
 I looked, he shoots shoes. I looked, and the second takes!
 And he said: "With all my heart! Like I deserved. Wear! "
 
He presses a button - comes reviewer
 And disclose daddy, presents the document:
 That, they say, for the valiant courage of such a Freemason
 Shoes presidential awarded honorable.
 And venzelёk beautiful, and the signature and seal.
 I say, "I Serve Russia!" What could I say?
 
Tara-ru-Rach-touch touch-tab ...
 He came to see me off in his socks!
 
Wait I wear these shoes,
 With him I feel a karmic connection:
 Any thoughts about the country, sitting, worried ...
 What they wanted, so everything on naklast!
 
Sorry, razmerchik too small - I have limp.
 They called the museum: that sells.
 I give their son - let is not taking off:
 All of a sudden become a man, dolt!
 
The Kremlin is lit all night, lit window ...
 Rest would, perhaps, just a little.
Это интересно:Тимур Шаов - на сегодняшний день один из самых популярных бардов в России, известный своими уникальными песнями, в которых серьезные темы преподносятся с тонким юмором. В прошлом сельский врач из Карачаево-Черкесии, он быстро стал известен как автор и исполнитель песен после того, как отправил кассету со своими песнями о повседневной жизни на заочный конкурс в Москву. Его песни - о жизни,... продолжение
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