Текст песни Вася Обломов - Магадан
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My place of work is called Beaver Cafe. Every day at 20 pm, I appear at the synthesizer. I play a lot of old Soviet garbage. Women ask about granite pebbles in their chests. Guys order Vladimir Central. Once I ordered it 10 times in a row. No matter how I look, the work is not a fountain, Whether the matter is with my pianist friend, the boss Garanyan. In general, I have a higher musical education, Parents were well involved in my upbringing, But I couldn’t find a better job: To be either the chief accountant or the revenge court. The program is typical, neither give nor take, And every day someone gets drunk and starts to pester me. And in order to somehow diversify my own tracklist, I decided to sing my songs, because I'm a voice player. Composed a song, sometimes I sing it for local Armenians. The song is about how the thief was closed, a teary story with a simple refrain: I’m going to Magadan. Going to Magadan! To Magadan! The song is shit, of course, but the locals like it. They say I have talent, and I have to become famous. Already the crowds at the entrance to the cafe "Beaver", Everyone is waiting for my person, everyone greets me with a bang. The owner of "Beaver" is satisfied, the grandmothers are flowing, Dismissed the session singer, raised my rate, You only say, Vasya, sing, Vasya, sing! We started selling my song in ringtones. People in uniform come to concerts. Above the Black Sea coast sounds Magadan. I really got up, I'm a real kid! Going to Magadan! To Magadan! So I’m singing this track on the reserve Potanin is satisfied, writes me a check, Recommends me to all my friends, oligarchs. You heard? He recommends me to all his oligarch friends! I have a song of the year! I have a golden gramophone! I do not believe my eyes, but this is not a dream, Here the Minister of Culture raises a glass, And you won’t believe: from his iPhone 3g it sounds victorious: I’m going to Magadan! To Magadan! But unfortunately, I remained the author of one hit. One, but one that our whole vast country knows.
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