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текст песни

Something this morning is not so
Chokes whitish dawn
Medley birch porridge stuck together years
Poverty is so wet tobacco
And, it seems, is doomed
Word, embedded in the heart
Like a newly opened window this morning
Nice guy from Cherepovets

Something to this world is not
Greedy and cruel his god
Caught whip, crying buffoon
Yes lit tent in the night
And all this disgusting movie
Directed washed in the blood
Come we now for the love of the window -
Will there be a place of love there?

Sometimes
Dust tribute - to the scrip
Cries of conquered universes
On the cross, winter
Under rock and roll
Pus in the wound - the dirt of the Moscow River
According dumb lips
Worms crawling in circles ...
Threepenny thrill passed
began othodnyak

Something with this body - trouble
Closely at him and sick heart
Useless afternoon in shingles and scab
howls memory
Yes, the bear
And as far as possible into the hole
Do not breathe, do not hear your laughter
Not to fat
Costumed lie at the feast
Yes, just not to die at all

Sometimes
A reality, curses - to blame
Downed wheel winter
Gnawed weak shares
Rock'n'roll
Blood on the fabric
painted shards
Field jesters without repentance
The ghouls
Threepenny thrill gone
Now - comedown

Sometimes
Salt, wire prison
Pain condemned to live on the edge
Knows
Goddamned rock and roll
Oli, Ani
Guimpleny-cornflowers ...
Blue eyes
Yes, in these tears - slugs
It was a cheap thrill
Yes, everything will take othodnyak

All that we have will take
comedown

All that we have is now -
comedown

All that remains for us here ...