Текст песни макулатура - падение

I dropped out of life, as a man stop reading
look out the window on a Sunday
people suddenly froze under the gray sky
such meaningless in day off
I look at them from above, and I would like to
jump off the balcony and take the sleeve
first passerby and say that loneliness
as well as any conducted by the day together
even when we quarrel over money
Then I went to work in St. Petersburg
with a person like Chris Peng
job fell through, and suddenly I'm back
You bought me the latest Olimpiyki
and suddenly I got a job in PR
the first time we stopped counting pennies
the first time we almost quarreled money
paid for the apartment, we went on vacation together
and I hesitate to speak English
I love you so much that I want to jump
from the balcony towards the world
and we undertake hands you a successful engineer
I kind of garbage from the creative class
We enter into a long-predlinny tunnel
and the output is poured pink biomass
We are drowning in the yards, trees, passers-by
dogs and children apartments, heaps of leaves
we no longer have to worry about and worry
you / I and our quarter has always embraced
but I was distracted a rustle
apartment peeled off wallpaper or dripping water
butoh-like everything about what I think soon
disappear forever

Death does not permit to pause
I would like to press the Stop and off
on the second - a trip on the old Ikarus
to break down a lonely hare
comparable momim weekday afternoon
comparable with every minute of life
in the final of this boring movie
we hung over the abyss and nothing happens
the journey is resumed
I no longer consider me not sick
in the cabin hang photos of our first apartment
I can make out of touch
that's an old refrigerator with labels on bananas
books on the floor, which we stole
there was even a biography of Johnny Depp
Here are the most common bridge and my cigarette extinguished
and my question remained unanswered
phone froze and all the money fell into the river
then you have found a job
and I have one more reason to die on you
and happiness under the table, along with Thom Yorke
loneliness cold stone disturbing talk
ridiculous movements with his hands and writhed days
lived in a locked without hope
I'm hiding from you as a crumb of bread
buttons stuck in laptop
and still want to get to the white light
I tell you that I exist
I refresh the page, holding
himself and matured slowly
but the bus falls into the abyss
again approaching noon, fear reigns