Coronavirus ditties

Performed by Alexei Kortnev, Andrey Makarevich, Alena Sviridova, Vladimir Shahrin and other stars. Premiere

Alexey Kortnev

The leader of the accident group, the initiator of the project

- I was aware that a muddy project could cause irritation in people who are professionally deprived of a sense of humor and try to get to the bottom of everything that is knocked out of dull everyday life. But it is difficult to get to the bottom of ditties, it is folk art. Oblings, pies, powders write everyone who is not lazy and publishes on the Internet. And we only made them musically.

Andrei Makarevich, Alena Sviridova, Vladimir Shahrin, poet Sergey Plotov, the leader of the film “End of the film” Evgeny Feklists, poets, caviens, musicians, just my friends took part in the first issue. For many years in a row we have been arranging ditual marathons. Several times they spent festivals of a shameful ditty at my house, in which 20-30 people took part. I hope that this diral marathon will survive the pandemic. The Russian people, scattered around the world, writes ditties not only about the Covid-19, but for other occasions. Generally for all reasons.

I suggest you take part in this. We want to create a separate channel in a telegram and in YouTube. It will be possible to send your own ditties there, tuned to our backing track, or just poems, and we will already perform them ourselves. Join, friends! The infection will leave, and the ditties will remain.

Texts

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On the mountain is a tall house,
Under Mount Osin.
We are ditties
You are from quarantine.

I don’t give a damn about the cap
Contraceptive.
We are now keeping the regime
Masichno-spray!

The money is over, but
The virus went to the plateau
At least a plateau, at least a payment -
By zero salary!

Every day, more and wider than the muzzle.
Apparently, a mutation.
That's what he brings to
Self-isolation!

I took a ticket to Bali,
And they could not return.
There are pros and cons of
In the end of hard cord.

I am sitting for five weeks
Mnu is sad Titi.
Oh, I don't know soon
The sacrament of intercourse.

You were sick with Covid
And I'm bird flu.
How suddenly we have
Did the tripper get it?

We can’t make a noise on the network
Do not collect Haip from the crown.
I entered you through the zoom
And you finished on Skype.

To the question "What to live for?"
Who answers what.
I must say that I frowned with my eyebrows.
"Live on healthy!"

We sang ditties to you
Make a laugh.
Now it's time to go back
In self -isolation.