And when I became uncle Bashny.Net

< Oleg Nikof



And when I became uncle - and he did not notice, guys.
It seems only yesterday was a naive youngster green,
But now, a little gray and too tubby,
I'm trying not to fall into the bowl unshaven face.

I despise whining losers, rubbing the back,
Accept defeat the enemy, whose more successful path.
And much dearer to me began to excise bl * di,
The former, to cut the veins, shebutnoy friends.

No, I did not become a snob, but I mile wagon meeting:
Driving, a glass of vodka, and again an unfamiliar station.
I'm from this is hardly ever going healed,
Because old habits mortally tired.

Do not catch my revelation in an abandoned gesture, -
Vanity of tired, I'm running in a hurry not to you:
I imagine the same tired now extremely identical
And I hope that a new life begins now ...