Текст песни Михаил Жванецкий - После вчерашнего

Here it is, full of life!

After a lackluster week of literary work. Finally...

The sun struck from the zenith. Yesterday is a pillar. It is hard to remember, as it is not frowned. Only one eye closed eyelid, the other - hand.

From the money only that the lining of the rubble. It seems that in the hands of someone else's lap. Several times bring your hands to your eyes - not a damn thing there.

From his body constantly smell of fish. The more you rub the more.

To lie, walk, sit, stand impossible. The body rejects any position. Conflicts with the body of the body, no one to count on.

Pyaterchatka not take this head: it is difficult to get a tablet. The tablets have to lick off the table, because the brain does not command his hands.

Double surprised to see his feet. Something I do not understand: if I face down the toes as they should be? And how many of them there only?

Although the tie well holds trousers, probably several times like the courtyard and apparently lost consciousness. Apparently, not income, but, apparently, and did not return.

And most importantly - a dumb question in her eyes. Morgan Morgan - the question remains: where, with whom, when and where to now? And why in the trees still standing, and under the bed banging wheels?

Let's wait for flashes of memory or data from the outside.