Текст песни коньяк с вишневым соком - будто закипел чайник

the first,
but painfully
familiar
breath of air
to enjoy

perepryatat
wrong side
on a chair
the whole city
with a view to
somehow shine

nasinyacheny
beam area , any
shake the wind
treated and drunken Russian
are running out of money

do not move
neighbor

May holidays
turn into clowns

sunset lips, eyelids
and bread , and bread

first wanted

stripped cat
gently will take a cup of tea
neck , not a dove

instagram persons
and it's great

sometimes
thinking
of the value of
man
in the world,
I remember
sailors and scientists,
Kevin Smith ,
kinolyapy ,
studies

all the most
lousy
and native taste

then
what I would like ,
but he could not fight sincerely

hewn coffin
of the time, dry boards ,
Human opinions and other stuff
waiting for me , as a personal
and work on the bugs

mess -
and it's yours,
yours and mine .