Текст песни Точный Промах - Вчера

Yesterday we drank
Without any action.
The wine drowned
His chimera.
The more stoked
It sank deeper into themselves.
And beyond that again
Himself deceived.

So I wanted to spread
Zanemevshie wings
Over by nature
Perpetrate violence.
However, it turned out
What makes me laugh
Just hard,
As the morning hangover.

Why all the progress
Modern science,
When you do not come up
The cure for boredom.
Out of boredom, all females,
Out of boredom all beeches,
Boredom does
Give up.

With the favorite apart
At night I can not sleep.
To sleep, to die
Easier to twenty
The thirty.
And one way out:
Hurry to get drunk.
But just get drunk -
Immediately drawn to drown.

Yesterday I met God in the subway.
God said to me, so I bought a bucket.
"Wait for the Flood" - whispered to me by God.
Why bucket, I could not understand.

The other day at the club met Satan.
He was in a bad mood, sad howl at the moon.
And I decided that I need to live on the moon.
But not on this and on the wrong side.