Текст песни Алексей Ковтуненко - Прыть

I probably turn off the heart - including the brain
Stop furiously polish
In words. Stop looking at the screen
Like the barrel. Unlucky guerrillas
Only he - not recognized as an enemy combatant -
Stubbornly does not believe in the inevitable end.
And just on the verge of consciousness - the idea
Firmly to avoid it - do not be proud.

After all, if anyone will escape the end,
So is he an idiot, pet creator.
Find yourself breathing in the ruins
And he understands that the loser again - he is one.

Envy knew how to die of boredom
Do not want to sit at your favorite river,
Because now it is flowing lifeless water.
And then suddenly he realizes that it has always been.

And when it was not so - it was still the case.
A final set only where it is necessary to sign.
And will only look staring at the face
In the mirror, waiting for the full horror ...

And while I am at the heart of the tumbler - schёlk,
Doubting: and whether this sense.
And in general - whether such zeal?
And as if not to forget to include it.