Скотский блюз

Mom, if Boris Moiseev became the People's Artist.
Well, it's true, Moses two years he became the People's Artist.
And I say, buy a plate & quot; Franz Schubert and Liszt & quot ;,
And I am home plate, where Franz Schubert and Liszt.
Around a huge country, and everyone is convinced that Boris - Artist,
And I did not drink and did not stabbed, and smelled the poison,
I kind of remember where my house is and who my family is,
But if Boris Moiseev - actor, then who am I?

Boris Moiseev, Boris Moiseev - Artist,
Boris Moiseev, Bob - our People's Artist,
And by the way everything is logical, the time to vote:
We had elections, Medvedev - President,
Zyuganov - communist, well, then, Boris Moiseev - artist. That's right.

It - Scott Erigena, Scotus Erigena cattle blues,
It - Scott Erigena, Scotus Erigena cattle blues.
I realized the truth of the world, I do not fight,
I changed my mind from minus to plus,
My mental processes have stopped, my mother, full Anschluss!

Mom, what Berdyaev that Leontiev in this world one.
And Berdyaev, and Leontiev and Florensky, in this world of shit!
Shit Unamuno, Heidegger - shit!
I had an affair, was indignant, and now I do not care:
I threw all the books, I smoke, spit and zyryu the window!

This Scot Erigena, Scotus Erigena cattle blues ...
This Scot Erigena, Scotus Erigena cattle blues ...
I do not fight, I will not fight,
I changed my mind from minus to plus,
I really tugging the cheek and somehow part of the nervous laugh.

I then went to Italy then to prodyshatsya walk.
They roam thousands of tourists and everyone is looking for McDonald's to eat.
And I looked at the frescoes of Giotto and I did not understand,
Where did those people for whom he wrote?
I spat and went to look for McDonald: I would like to eat!

As we prayed before the icon of Our Lady Sovereign, e-ee
There is no way Kinchev lied, we really Orthodox-ee!
So I'm running ever since. Forty-demons on the tail,
Lord Jesus, Jesus Christ,
Send Messianic Jews, still all luponulo
Oh-oh! One, two, three, four!

Lord Jesus, the Lord Jesus Christ!
Have mercy, Lord Jesus, the Lord Jesus Christ!
I am moving around the rat in the maze in complete darkness,
I do not understand anything, do not know who and where,
Have mercy, Lord Jesus, the Lord Jesus Christ!

Such is Scotus Erigena, Scotus Erigena cattle blues,
Such is Scotus Erigena, Scotus Erigena cattle blues ...
I stayed, I fucked, I have not picked up the cargo,
I do not fight, I will not fight,
I quietly join, Mom, this is the full Anschluss!

Can anyone wonder: & quot; Well, and here the ancient scholar?
Well, in a sense, Scotus Erigena, well, where is this dead scholar? & Quot;
And I answer: & quot; Life is pretty nasty anecdote,
Since even the Eriugena, she was in her cattle,
And by the way, I am one Gerla tonight can give!

After all, I do not Scotus Erigena, Scotus Erigena, but I cattle, cattle, cattle!
I'm not Scotus Erigena, but quite a finished cattle, cattle, cattle!
But my relatives Walter Bon Duns,
I do not fight, I will not fight,
I changed my mind from minus to plus!

Brutish blues, blues beastly, bestial blues
Scotus Erigena, Scotus Erigena cattle-blyuyuyuz!