Текст песни с николаем совсем плохо - мобн

Nikolai hapless loser cries one
map of the city on top of a non-existent non-existent country began with fiction finished
actors for whom the role see out in the hospital, I berbedzh I Stern, I was lost in reflection chrome expensive cars like shampoo two in one Nikolay one and Nicholas 389 half-life of one of the Nikolaev is second, and that's Meet the freshly baked and new Nicholas - the first psychologist Dobova - hence one of evil .
Yesterday I died of fear of suicide
Nothing is sacred in the eyes inflamed
bad pupils react to light and conjunctivitis that's my recipe for permanent uporotyh One dead free verse rustle underfoot I live by the letter to the letter always comes from a new country
black light and the surface of the shingle beach as the craters of the moon shadow of the black light is also shadow
and glimpses behind the silhouettes of the person who looked through the photographs in the x-ray particles fractured bones
all clear crack heroin marijuana nothing ever do to me
because I do not have

and sorrow and mourning and moaning disappear in the night haze when blurred walls and the echo of the dead shake walks through the rooms of a mental hospital Jimmy McKenzie talking with private lobotomy of the end of history and the inability of new meanings within the existing language, we are fragile beings surrender to the power the repressive forces of the universe is Do smoke on an empty stomach either drink hangover portraying catatonic stupor stars we mucus that which is said is false, and none of the prophets could not wake us up from a long dream of life without adventure without love without death is immortal demon of death and in his immortality is no god but him and his prophet Nikolai through the Arctic mists storm warnings through the indomitable tornado brings us good news gradually whirlwind loses its power it becomes no longer afford to hold in his arms heavy objects over time it breaks his trunk is drawn into the cloud but crazy hurricane blows on every little thing like fish and frogs gradually losing it, and the night when it's all over when so many jaws worked on us that we can no longer stand on his feet and our body hanging on the bones as if all the teeth chewed world