Макулатура - Счастье
текст песни

as little truth as possible more than quotes and dust in the eyes
Life is too painful-condescending like Real Female Orgasms 15
guts are dried like linen on a rope person is disassembled into parts
Bright spray of emptiness on the body burning through the windows fall

write about what is really worried
a little easier to describe the halls of the living rooms and chests
reprint and rhyme the first pages from Balzac
and gently jump off before the tie begins

re -grow the skin to whine invigorate behind the facade
Personal life is laid out on the boxes closed and hidden
Before me, no one under the bit has described sunsets so
And on the way to repair shoes, I hear dialogs in lines

Sample and make small wellness sets
It's like a morning run how to leave Moscow for the summer
The main thing is to get rid of melodramatic memories
Forget the locations of the face routes and names

painless works about their room about the courtyard and house
but the time spent together is hiding even in the waist pattern
Memory laughs glare in the window frame and the sounds of the teapot
In the puffs of smoke, I see the features of your face I hear the screams of gulls

Reality is in question how many extra eyes in this hall
if they even show a fragment of their own life
you can disappear dissolve with your own words by the covered
and I throw shit into the crowd like Pepsi-Cola Tolmatsky

Autobiography is disguised and hidden between the lines
We are torn from everything now it is not you or me
All characters are fictitious all coincidences are random
I stayed to live in a dream and now I dream of reality
While I hide my frozen body in lonely life
Noticing under the wardrobes of the interior of the days of the dead and gutted
I look through the fog in my head as toilet paper is unwind
In the toilet, my head is sinking cut out of general memories

I would like to write honestly about you as a group of Ze Nashnl
say that I will not go anywhere to get drunk to cry incorporate
follow you like a ghost dog when you are with another hahal
Will you return home or is it eternal love

you are in full swing again and you smile at each other like announcers
Russian TV and I seem to complain to the bartender
We wanted to get married two years later wanted to leave somewhere
With her, as if we are together again, just do not make plans

But the song will end in three minutes and reality will emerge
like ninja turtles from a hatch and bring a traction time
It is impossible to fight with him to survive or endure
and the imaginary world that you build with the last line will crumble

You confuse your heroes as Donald Draper in stories
Only you alcohol and bitterness remain with seduced women
All the expressed cunt and you will not tell you to die
Let me be a graphomanian figure coward and nonsense

but I’ll sit down in the corner and tell you at least what could be
my future, what chances I missed in a year in which
I tried to pick myself in my hands no longer hurts me your indifference
it is not worse than the pre -ful interest of outsiders

I myself have a nashnl and I put my own audience like
Blocks I write messages maybe you were not there
Now through the gossiped dirty cataracts in memory
And I have been burning these years as dreadlocks shave out Tolmatian

I score my past with ugly tattoos
I leave it as if by chance like a bag at the train door
I shy in words tangled like dirty hair
The tramps of the night pavilion with flowers
The rest of life can be killed on attempts to start again
fate instead of the one who is a cube of the Lego designer
stuck to the dead body of a murdered fight in a kitchen fight
It seems to have disappeared forever but recorded by investigators