Прежде чем садиться за клавиатуру говорили мне друзья

Обновлено: 17.05.2024

Но стремленью к совершенству нет предела -
Научись, друзья сказали, очень скоро
В потолок плевать небрежно и умело,
Но не отрывая глаз от монитора.
На тебя никто смотреть не будет косо,
И пускай тебе ничто не помешает,
Просто нижнюю губу тяни от носа -
Она ловкая должна быть и большая.
Плюнул до потолка - жизнь не то чтоб легка,
Но в глазах своих я как-то вырос.
Я по клавише - бац, и как воин на плац,
Марширует торжественно вирус.

Говорили мне друзья, а я их слушал,
Лишь одно мне непонятно почему-то:
Я всё сделал, как сказали, даже лучше,
Где мне ещё теперь найти компьютер?
А как нет ни шиша - жизнь совсем хороша,
Мой компьютер пока на картинке.
Я всё пиво сосу, сильным пальцем трясу
И губою шнурую ботинки.

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Before you sit down at the keyboard,
Friends have told me , Nadybal beer.
Fig you cherish her figure -
And so you , everywhere you look, as the gray gelding .
Even though you know the difficult art
Beer can drain one spirit ,
At first, everything is very sad,
All usually pour out the ear .
And as you drink beer , life really easy,
And with the computer - then certainly !
You're on the button - bang , and the computer - paragraph
So here you are the most important .

Before cram mat under his arm ,
Train the necessary cause muscle :
Forefinger should too
Often hit the mouse immediately after starting .
Pick your nose now , that is done ,
Very difficult for them , not that ugly.
If you really need , picking his left ,
Only on the left , if you remember , a can of beer .
And how mighty finger - you're not the Dark ,
From the computer and before lunch .
You're on the button - bang , monster jaw - clank !
And not life, but a solid victory .

But the pursuit of perfection has no limits -
Learn , friends said , very soon
In ceiling casually spit and skillfully ,
But not taking his eyes off the monitor.
One look at you will not be obliquely
And let nothing hinder you ,
Just pull the lower lip from the nose -
It must be clever and big.
Spat to ceiling - life is not so easy,
But in his own eyes , I somehow grew .
I'm on the button - bang , and as a soldier on parade ,
Marching solemnly virus.

Friends have told me , and I listened to them ,
Only one reason I do not understand :
I did everything as told , even better
Where do I even now find a computer ?
And as no shisha - life is all good,
My computer until the image.
I suck all the beer , strong finger shake
And guboyu shoe string .

18.06.97,
Шипиловская Before you sit down at the keyboard,
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Friends told me, get a beer.
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Why don't you take care of your figure -
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You and so, wherever you look, like a gray gelding.
A7 Dm
And although you know the hard art
F Am
Draining a can of beer with one spirit,
H7 E
Everything is very sad at first
F Fm С
Everyone usually pours somewhere behind the ear.
D7 G7
And as you drink beer, life is really easy,
F Fm С A7
And even more so with a computer!
Dm7 G7 С
You hit the key - bam, and the computer - a paragraph,
F Fm С A7
So here you are the most important.
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Before you shove the mat under your arm,
Train the required muscle:
The index finger needs too much
Hit the mouse frequently immediately after launch.
Pick your nose from now on, whatever you do,
It is very difficult for them, not that ugly.
If you really need to, poke around with your left,
Only in the left, if you remember, a can of beer.
And as a finger is mighty - you are no longer dense,
From the computer to lunch.
You hit the key - bam, the monster with the jaw - click!
And not life, but a solid victory.

But there is no limit to the pursuit of perfection -
Learn, friends said, very soon
Spit on the ceiling casually and skillfully
But without taking your eyes off the monitor.
No one will look askance at you
And let nothing bother you,
Just pull your lower lip from your nose -
She must be dexterous and big.
Spat to the ceiling - life is not that easy
But in my eyes I somehow grew up.
I hit the key - bang, and like a warrior on the parade ground,
The virus is marching solemnly.

Friends told me, and I listened to them,
Only one thing is not clear to me for some reason:
I did everything, as they said, even better
Where else can I find a computer?
And no matter how shisha, life is very good,
My computer is still in the picture.
I suck all the beer, shake my strong finger
And I lace up my boots with my lip .

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