Текст песни макулатура - осень

I am to sit in front of you
favorite actresses names are listed
ladies casual invent titles
passers-by in the subway that disappear

as the reins of the tired tyrants
suddenly I do not have time to wake up
I'm sitting alone on a bench in a train
car full of empty seats but close

do not sit with me may be close
they know that I was plotting to sail
from Raska taking shitty fucking dreams
Peter like a pig on a lonely tractor

Who are you damn your name on vkontaktike
can I come to listen to your record
but instead accidentally close a tab
and what am I doing here in reality or in a dream

It's not for nothing that Sartre puts on
business people create characters of themselves
I spend my whole life on empty
bench trains traveling on the ring

but maybe someday I peresyadu
for the most dismal get up close to the line
with the beauty of what you never imagine
We drive a couple of stations Pal's eye

come up to her destiny will cross with his
confuse all the lines of the Paris sabveya
Dream is not dispelled'll go somewhere
buy in transit or puff bun

so we try to go fighting over
River which ssym boredom carefree
not being afraid to step twice decrepit limbs
hat hide pants and believe again

so we sail fighting over
River which ssym boredom carefree
not get double decrepit limbs
hat hide pants and believe again
as day turns into night
face grimaces during his maimed
lips trembling infirmity in old age
saliva dripping rain on the leaves of the color of the liver

rain washes me down the street
night town dances striptease
sitting on the subway cringed lamb
as you live in Putin's Raschke

go back to your wrinkled face
midnight in the bus I read Ulysses
take booze and drink Hospital Police
much despair in every frictions

it does not creak bed is moaning
Motherland killed smermatozoidy
not finding the egg is I look at tomorrow
or is it shnyaga shoved into the outlet?

I embrace you fall asleep or panic
we are an elderly couple on a sinking Titanic
the porthole alcoholics beat their women
under their sounds quarter will fall into hell

Morning shave again battered face
in traffic stupidly turning the pages doze
and suddenly at that moment I was born cop
just as I dreamed of heading oppoztsiyu

in another dream a fed his wife had an abortion
I do not want to hold a job
All our lives are kept hostage by narrow-minded people
fuck with unlimited possibilities

standing with one foot in shit the other foot
on a banana peel remember about it
and then on the holiday of spring and her loneliness
at any point in life may end

This river is inevitable blows our boats
provedenennye days together turning into autumn
and we have trees with twisted limbs
but as long as I believe in the love of humanity

Day turns into night
change of season, poking around in eternity
with all of my dreams and desires
we are no longer swim against the tide
that's the day turns into night
change of season by a dick I pick eternity
walking on wet leaves in the rain
Life is slow descent together