Текст песни Вася Обломов - Магадан
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My place of work is called the Beaver Cafe. Every day at 20 pm I appear behind the synthesizer, I play a lot of old Soviet stuff. Women ask for a granite pebble in their chest, Guys order "Vladimirsky Central" Once I ordered it 10 times in a row. No matter how I look, the work is not a fountain, Whether it is my friend, the pianist, the boss Garanyan. In general, I have a higher musical education, Parents were well engaged in my upbringing, But I could not find a better job: Here, either the chief accountant or the court of revenge. The program is typical, neither give nor take, And every day someone gets drunk and starts pestering me. And in order to somehow diversify my own tracklist, I decided to sing my songs, because I am a vocalist. I composed a song and sometimes sing it for local Armenians. The song is about how the thief was closed, crying such a story with a simple chorus: 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 a talent and I need to be famous. Already the crowds at the entrance to the cafe "Beaver's", Everyone is waiting for my person, everyone greeted me with a bang. The owner of "Beaver" is happy, grandmothers flow like a river, Fired a session singer, raised my rate, You, he says, only, Vasya, sing, Vasya, sing! We started selling my song in ringtones, People in uniform come to concerts. Magadan sounds over the Black Sea coast. I really got up, I'm a real kid! Going to Magadan! To Magadan! Here I am singing this track in the reserve Potanin is happy, writes me a check, Recommends me to all his oligarch friends. You heard? He recommends me to all his oligarch friends! I have the 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 will not believe: from his iPhone 3G it sounds victoriously: I'm going to Magadan! To Magadan! But unfortunately, I remained the author of one hit. One, but one that our whole immense country knows.
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