Асти Lyrics Russian Romanization by Брутто
U nas bylo vsyo: vypivka, devki
Karmany byli nabity dengami
U menya byla devushka
Znayesh chto? Ya mog togda troe sutok ne spat
Ya byl silen, kak byk
Vot prozhivyosh takuyu zhizn
I ni cherta ne mozhesh s soboy unesti, krome chesti
Nikogda, nikogda etogo ne teryay
Vsyo eto dlitsya kakie-to pyat minut
Ey, mne dela net do drugikh
Ya dumayu o tebe
Slova skladyvayu v stikhi
Oskolki skladyvayu v paket
Na kozhe — tvoi dukhi
Pod kozhey nichego net
Otpustite moi grekhi (Ey)
I menya otpustite vsled (Ey)
Ya dumal, chto edu v luchshee budushchee pryamo po trasse
No eto obochina
Ya ros i v semye, i na ulitse, i v lyudskoy masse
Delal vsyo, chtob ty ne byla finansami ozabochena
Ya schital sebya kapitanom — okazalsya v zapase
Ne zametil togo, chto vsyo koncheno
Moya dusha, kak doska dlya dartsa v bare v Tekhase
Vsya razdrochena
V moi shestdesyat s khuyem ya tot eshchyo sukhofrukt, yopta
Negativnyy opyt, priobretyonnyy optom
Sirota, dva razvoda, tri khodki, chetyre narkoza
Pyat pereezdov i dokhuya peredozov
Golovoy ponimayu, chto molodost potrachena zrya
A serdtse tyanet nazad — u serdtsa tam yakorya
Prosto serdtse boitsya, chto skoro perestanet bitsya
A golova — prosto tupitsa
No nekhuy pinat trup, zhit proshlym i vospominaniyami
Nelzya uvidet realnost v izmenyonnom soznanii
Ne nado nazyvat dvortsom vsyakuyu rukhlad
Kak skazala Anna Asti: «Noski — ne tufli»
Noski — ne tufli, i net bolee yomkikh slov, chtob vyrazit
Podmenu proshlym budushchego, k kotoromu ya ne gotov
Asti khuy ni ne skazhet, ona vnature tsaritsa
A nam nuzhny takie frazy, chtob po zhizni ne sbitsya
Luchshe sinitsa, chem kredit prevyshayushchiy debet
Luchshe v bolnitse, chem na kladbishche v sklepe
Luchshe, khuy s nim, svyazi v Kremle, chem svyazi v Gosdepe
Luchshe sdokhnut nikem, chem «shneyne, vtfa, pepe»
Molodyozh, vy-to kuda letite?
Ne popadite v seti, rasstavlennye v etom city
Slushaytes Limana i sledite, gde i s kem tusite
I eto, pod ruku mne ne pizdite
Moda vsegda vozvratitsya
I v staryy shmot mozhno so vremenem stylyovo odetsya
Bol vsegda vozvratitsya, potomu chto ey nekuda detsya
Zemlya beskonechno vrashchaetsya
No gde-to na ney mozhno zamyorznut, a gde-to sogretsya
A vsyo khoroshee kogda-to konchaetsya
I eto obidno, pizdets kak
Vremya ushlo, ushlo ot menya k molodym
V golove mnogo dum, vokrug golovy — dym
Smiris, Tim, khod chasov neobratim
Volos byl chernee smoli, stal sedym
Vsya eta pesnya — eto mysli o starosti
Esli kto-to shchas podumal o shkolnom staroste — budu v yarosti
Goda proletayut, druzey vsyo menshe, glaza potukhli
Pomnite: starost — ne radost, a noski — ne tufli
Tikho taet nad prospektom fonar
Pozdniy poezd uneset moyu pechal
Pust melodiya prolyotsya do kontsa
Sogrevaya nashi dobrye serdtsa
Ona skinet tufli