Макулатура - Праздность
текст песни

This song is dedicated to you
Or rather, I will sing this verse for you
Dear Depressed Friend
I hope it resonates with you
When will you go
On your last promenade
To the first pier
Idleness Ivanna

I'm not idle
I measure the length of the streets for the hundredth time
I'm diving deeper into vice
Until my lungs burst
Swimming for guilt
I dissolve in the wasteland
I pierce a nerve with a needle
I cover the city with self-pity
And everything that is not alive in it
I don't bite my nails in idleness
Diving into nightmares
I let the ghosts through my eyes
See the tree's shadow
Falling on a brick wall
Idle is the one who stands behind the cash register.
And pours the wine, catches a taxi home
Measures your purchasing power
Gives advice
How an ancient choir sees off a hero
Sending a child to play in the hallway
To hear the news better
The one who put the pupil to the well
Through which you can see nothing
Besides the bustle of days
The silence in the bathroom hums with a special sound
Electric and wet nothing
Reflecting from the steamed tiles
Lack of people in the apartment
Makes you imagine
Something abstractly disgusting in this comfort
Small sealed room
I'm lying with my legs spread apart
Like a woman in a gynecological chair
Shaking stripes of thoughts float by
And I choose words for them like carriages
For passengers going home from a working day
But there is no home, there are only cozy dead ends
Tubes of roommates and roommates
Little, involuntary witnesses
This carnage of laziness and curiosity
I'm not idle

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