...и солнца не нужно, ты любишь подушки, кидаться...

... and the sun is not needed, you like pillows, throw stones ...

Remember, grades 9-11 of the school? The time of growing up, the spiritual formation of personality, the conscious choice of a profession? Nifiga. The time of a complete breakdown of the brain, emotions for breakfast, lunch and dinner, tears, hysterical laughter, first love and first love, and again brain removal, friendship, and, of course, concerts. I stumbled upon a song from the past and now I already have a whole sheet of incomprehensible music. Screaming spitting boys with the first highlight in the city made an explosive mixture of grunge and rap, and we didn’t know more clever words then. I remember these bangs, hats, wide pants, t-shirts with provocative inscriptions, freckles, a smile, colored glasses. The greatest success was achieved by those who lisped or wore large glasses with a thick frame. But the main thing is a smile. Or a lisping screaming voice. Or still a smile. We fell in love immediately. And it doesn’t matter that all these songs are like everything else. We did not miss a single concert, translated stamps in love with teenage breaths and slipped into these halls. We looked at them, laughed, stubbed, sang, shouted, jumped, wrote, danced, my hand didn’t turn, we drank something, fell asleep with these songs in our heads, found tapes, rewritten, passed on, walked with these songs in our ears. I liked my asphalt city, glinting after the rain with the sauce of these songs.

And now 7-8 years have passed, the sea of ​​great music has been listened to, various jam-loves have been tried, but still it’s worth nothing for a couple of songs to wake up the same children's emotions, the first lines spit out with posturing intonation - and warmth through the body and trembling knees, and a silly smile, and the ocean in my ears. I want yellow glasses, daydreaming, free time, August +20 rain, a cassette player with PM, Fly, Allon's avec nous and pre-official albums of non-local bands like 5'nizza, ice cream, T-shirts, 50 rubles for which you can buy half the world, childhood depression and children's tantrums of laughter and an old fighting girlfriend, as well as a telepathic connection with the whole world without a mobile phone.

This one is very warm, the boy with high glasses sang “Winter, I loved you, I love you in winter”:


  
    
      
        
        
      
      
        3:17
        COME WITH US - Winter
      
      
    
  
  
    
    
      
        
          
            
            
            
              
            
          
          
        
      
    
  
These seemed interesting, the boy sang with a very serious face and bangs in his eyes:


You have very little left

For your smile I will kill God

The sun will explode, pouring happiness

All those who managed to understand

And let them laugh at these ravings

I only smile last

And their plasticine soldiers were hundreds of five


And each cost five cents

Cardboard captive had no loopholes

The heat, laughing, multiplied the torment

In a dream they saw children's hands



  
    
      
        
        
      
      
        3:07
        Empty Set - Plasticine Army
      
      
    
  
  
    
    
      
        
          
            
            
            
              
            
          
          
        
      
    
  
And here there was just a charming red-haired boy in pink or yellow glasses with kilotons of delusional texts that caught on:

Christmas tree soon New Year

bearded idiot

will knock on me at home

and handing a bag of shit

or:

I will not get tired

when will you give me

I do not know what to give

but I will not get tired

i can call you

various names

and you can only

call me good very

or:

i bought you candy

I dream all naked

after this dinner

say hello to the toilet



  
    
      
        
        
      
      
        4:36
        Fly - Throw Stones - Studio "Pantera" (Remastering 2011)
      
      
    
  
  
    
    
      
        
          
            
            
            
              
            
          
          
        
      
    
  
 

The set of letters is addressed mainly to Julia, Xe, Ira, and to all the other accomplices of that period.