МЦ ПЛАЦКАРТ, Onodera feat. Арво Иво - Такси
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So, driver, what are we chatting about?
About a series of reasons to get rid of wrinkles
Even though yesterday there were pimples
The washing machine beeps

I'll sample it into a masterpiece
And the fortune teller chatters
What are you doing with your forever
Like Butler and Fever

I'm leaving the monastery before dark
McBreakfasts are getting cold in the country
The smells of a wonderful tomorrow will wash over
Or a futile tomorrow

Hey, taxi driver
60 south, 200 west

Stop working
Go drink blood in my castle

Flying over the south
There Onodera and Dania are eating khinkali
And past industrial zones and fields
where Hoffman pedals

Falling from the joke
And crumbling into pixels
You all
Cotton in your ears, a mixer in your eyes

I've gotten used to the idea
Of surrendering to the streams of laziness
Let shadows run across the ceiling
And the fir trees will sound with gentle percussion

Is there an aux?
Let me play The Cure's first album
It sounds so pure
So much so that I'm sniffling

While it crunches
Whitish snow under my slippers
I take birch leaves by the armful
I pour Kafka's books on a spinning top

Actually, my city isn't mine at all
And I've changed eight of them
I'll come home after six
To comb through the wool in the same position

The floor is covered in wool
Draw out a plan for tomorrow
Go to bed
In the meantime, driver, drive me, damn it

I'm on standby
In a long list
Of topical dialogues
On the cold side of the bed

I'm verbose
Stop the taxi
Under the light of the streetlights
Red alcohol poured onto the snow

Dolphin in my ears
Spreading down the wall of my throat
Smoke bursts out
No plans or reasons

No name that would keep me behind the line
Would separate me from wind
Dreaming doesn't hurt me, a fool.
Dreaming doesn't hurt me, a fool.

Dreaming doesn't hurt me.