Текст песни мори - код реальности головной боли

my every dream takes as a basis for the code of reality
my every morning starts with a headache,
coffee and two cigarettes on the balcony of the outskirts,
lips numb, as if inflated Botox.
collect their belongings, without saying goodbye, I try to get away
treacherously door squeaks, waking the owner
in the evening it a scandal, I can not sleep
but not by tidal forces - and by a fit of rage.
Hundred Years of Solitude in the wireless network
the last of the kind Buendia, although the body - Young
I will do goldfish have a cold oven,
and in the morning I forget and go home.
in the mist I see silhouettes of familiar people,
a passing Volvo dispel my illusions
I live one more day in silence,
recalling the one that loves the other.
in angry silence spread across the floor,
to knock boots on me like puddles.
It's something I've been nice for someone vulgar,
for someone sick, and someone was needed.
the ashes of this world light up in the heart
a sparkle in his eyes turned to the flames
we see the world so because the people of sulfur
We remember only the bad - we cocks memory!

I lost the key to the intercom - the neighbors will not let me
They do not recognize me, because I do not get home
gray glasses and without glasses in her eyes empty
instead of a glass of whiskey I drink tap water
the cemetery stones going into the mountains
relatives and friends of my burial service cute
They do not remember me, because I was not at home
in their gray glasses I just slab on the grave

with a bunch of numbers and words,
but under it -
nothing
living.