Текст песни фрустрация твоей хрущевки - мои монологи

My spontaneous monologues
They are incoherent
And carry a love of self-flagellation
Self-examination, self-reflection
My monologue
The dream to go to Britain
And look at the Albion
My soliloquies are memories
About the most powerful storm in September
My monologues are new housing estates
In the area Novoperedelkino
My monologue is sulfur over your head
And the creaking of a door, the barking of dogs, the OMON
My monologue is the hatred of Russia
Pause.

My monologue is the love of her Ebony.
My monologue this evening over stars
And talk with a man who spoke
What remains for me the best friend
But he was gone, like all who visited me
Except for one person
But more on that later

My monologue is flickering sapphire
It selfharm girls 14 years
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Premature pregnancy
Girls cut their wrists for the last time
But still signed me and read me
It hurts
 
People gorge themselves in the shit
And those who are older sit and classmates
And vote for me in the election
Choosing me President
And cut, hi authoritarianism
Hi, I'm sitting totalitarianism say SIZO
About 5 years

And now
My monologues are those that warm
On the meaning of my life
thanks her
Otherwise I would have gone out and died
 
My monologue is Smer Buddha
You'll see the Buddha, kill the Buddha!

My monologue
This St. Petersburg addicts with splayed eyes
With the phrase I am GOD on Nevsky Prospect
In expectation of the bridges

My monologue is the shock of
What Roskomnadzor climbs in abstract
And closes HiRR
Fuck.
My monologue
It's just my degradation I
This low fi and abstract as in the most terrible
Thank you, Take heed!