Афанасий никитин буги

We pulled off the McDougal in the middle of winter
My friend from Togliatti , I 'm from Kostroma
We would have survived until the summer , and there Axe - chump
But cocaine was eight to three tooth powder
We had to move out through the hatch in the light of the jamb
She decided to go to Mecca , I said & quot; While & quot;

I do not remember how it happened and whose wind blew in my mouth
I walked on the trail Castaneda - was in the merchant navy
Where are all the men wear skirts , in a cabin boy a knife in his mouth
Here we stood for loading in Ulaanbaatar port
I immediately rushed to Datsan scream want to go into retreat
And meet me Lagerfeld - I look , and we are on Oxford street

With me our boatswain Pasha - that's what keeps the style
It jacket by Yamamoto, Comme de Garson pants
And then this woman runs with paintings of Manet
Screams - we have four third , quickly go all to me
They do not have money for a taxi , had to sell the coat
By this Kostroma have not seen one

At first it was fun then went spleen
When we licked mucus in these lizards with spin
The apartment was not the passage from the pagan shrines
I translated all the songs Tsoi Kurds into Latin
When I finished all that was in them between the window frames
Then immediately sat down on the first subway in Thiruvananthapuram

And here we race through the desert , the train bleats and squeaks
And we were lucky to dim stars blyuzmen - old Tranny
Around going God knows what , the next is near
Whether dancing steelworkers , whether female fight in the mud
When I had an twenty-fifth of a nervous breakdown
I threw a leg in Kathmandu through the Great Barrier Reef

And I had not shaved seven weeks , eight days eating mushrooms
I was like a man of heroic destiny
Shamans argue with doctors as I could to stay alive
But I learned Swahili and was replaced by a cultural myth
When newcomers to the village will I have them thrown in jail
We Russian abroad foreigners to nothing