Текст песни Теория насилия - Неоплаченный проезд

My insurance agent told me the other day
That my life is not worth a ruble
The curve turned into the unknown
It was or was not - now to pity

Chorus:
Unpaid travel from Warsaw to Berlin
Caught bratishki spleen I will lie down on the glass
Unpaid passage from edge to edge
Ripened root of the kaya blew my heat

There is no ten- person, there are people, there is no love
Torn caress my soul is not the grass
Trusting heart again sank into the mud
On wet asphalt batters drunken waltz

All the plans thought the songs will be burned to ashes in the fire
Yesterday flutist Nastya on the arrow did not come
The last cigarette was only a sip
The duty room melts beer - such a life mate

Theory and practice - almost the same
In a smoky stairwell beat someone in the face
Again torn strings in Dubkov thumps Vlad
And we went out of the house and do not want to back