Текст песни Местами Облачно - Внутри

They tell me I look like many hacks
And I can even copy the style
What is laid out in verses stopped
And in them for a long time one of stupidity ...
They say I'm thirty and I could not damn
No children, no, no, even the house-mansion
Insists that from the book & quot; How to live & quot; I have not read the chapter
 And you know, I do not delved into the foreword.
I scribbled can age is not the same
It's time to settle down home, work, family
But for me it is idle moveton
Because then I will not, I ...
Who will write about prickly, gray clouds?
About homeless, good buddy dog
About dawn relationships, about their decline.
Of those who forgot me, about those whom I do not remember myself.
About whiskey and a pack of Winston
About how I want to go somewhere
About the girls, I've -That potiskival
About an empty soul, which echoes.
Pro promises and burnt scrambled eggs
As after the death of my mother in his throat
About the pain that can not be stopped
And she, like a splinter, all stabs and stabs.
About the war, about the world and about us all
About every funny and sad dialogue
About the life that lies beneath, as the old asphalt dipped
And the morning light, which again dragged lack of sleep.
And as night lights golden glitter
In my usual, I do not slumber
I want to give away emotions and to give
Especially their sea inside me.
They say I have laid out in verses stopped
They say I can not be saved
But my life has gone from scratch
Such are the hell of stupidity ...