Текст песни pers. - тара

Bubbles gradually sink to the bottom of the bottle
In my head there are thoughts of tubes
Bubbles fell. In place of the other one came
They are like people. Emptying bottles. It becomes packaging. change
At full. And so to the fullest. One by one. As the day for the night
Pour in itself does not want to
But we have to. Something tells us that it is necessary.
Pour. breathe. Go outside. Stand. Cool.
Just stand at your door.
The sweat pants dirty sneakers plaid shirt
Stand and watch. Fakusirovat look at the branches
On the lantern. On wires
Feel the snow skin. Cool.
At such moments you think that does not need anything more.
But the thirst. Dry trees. I returned back
In warm. I opened the window and what the
Otventil bulb
In order to avoid the incident
What light, if there is a sun in the head
There will be no response if you do not ask questions.
How pleasant it is now the cool air
As I like to live with a drunk brain
Lying on his bed-island
Get stuck on the ceiling, the sky
Not really knowing what other furniture around
What about other people
Tomorrow morning, no wake
Tomorrow morning all will be well
Same routine, insignificant fate
And there is nothing good. Only music
Books and movies.
Instead of powder and syringes wheels
In search of the foundations of the foundations
Looking out of the labyrinth of dreams
On the verge. Empty train derailed
Destroy between fiction and reality is a fragile bridge
While smoke liquid melancholy and sadness
Each person on the shoulders of his load ..
It's time to get rid of the garbage in the pockets
It's time to get rid of the vile thoughts. Their bulk
Paints catches a glimpse. Seasons flit
Pride of Cain, Abel, feeling
Of course, the easier it will be a fake stone
It will be easier to get two points
FORWARD! The team has a team
Orders are not discussed because, right?
Orders carried out after the weak, right?
For single- all this life to drugogo- clowning
Under a funeral march dance lambada
On the gallows hang out not only the bad people
We are all in the same mess varimsya, but different material hurled ...

Bubbles fell. In place of the other one came
They are like people. Emptied bottle. It becomes packaging. change
in full. And so to the fullest. One by one. As the day for the night
pour yourself do not want to
but we have to.

Hide in a corner
And to scare people like a raven scarecrow
Imaginary identification imaginary poodles
Memories pressed. You can remove them. Pistol and bullet
You can forget them. Alcohol and people
For a while. Then all over again
Wash verses snotty about it so as not pricked
Why would they, if not confusing. No reason.
There is a wire carrying a letter from the keyboard to the monitor
First there was the word, then the emotional hunger
Big city out of cardboard.
As in The Truman Show, nothing good
The illusion of presence,
Before the complete absence
Not too distinguishable from shellfish we
Soak up the trash
different stupidity
Give a little bit of wisdom
To feed the flock
In tablets, lots of fun
From the extreme to the other extreme
After a little time left
Opened glaza.teper bed- ship
Sea. Water. Open all faucets
Climbing on the cabinet. At the top of the mast
Screaming, tearing vocal cords
Dream. On land appear.
And wait. Salvation. Or misfortune.

Bubbles fell. In place of the other one came
They are like people. Emptied bottle. It becomes packaging. change
in full. And so to the fullest. One by one. As the day for the night
pour yourself do not want to