Макулатура - это не моя жизнь
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Grandfather I asked me to talk to classmates
To the victory day he came to tell how
it was well in war somewhere in the trenches of Stalingrad
I nodded but noted about myself that such a miserable

spectacles I will not endure yes everything let me go
and scored him did not answer calls
appeared girlfriend we sat together at home
Watched Hollywood films on the old tape recorder

I pressed the pause tried to stay forever
In the frame from "real love" or the film "Casablanca"
but nothing worked Mom shouted Kostya
Go Rather Kitchen Cars have already prepared

We bought soluble packages
and sniffed it through the tubes instead of cocaine
I was almost like Christian Slater in his best days
swallowed through tightening banks with stinky tonic and gin

forced you to discolor your hair painted
in blue and green walking down the street to make a choice
Between pastry shop and perfume shop
What is better to rob much better run away from the world

only first give your mom help in the garden
You said and all stared at your bright curls
And I'm in my mouth Fucked gardens and folk holidays
drank hershaw one fell asleep in front of the sofa

Yes, and now I do not understand what you celebrate on May 9
not machine guns in hand but only fig in pocket
I would come to the grave to the grandfather to say you lost
but I do not know the way to her I was never there

It seems this is not my life forgive
these are not my friends relatives parents
And these strange people in the route taxi
broken exhausted and ugly
Service cabbage and evening drink
Weather Forecast Stick Threaten or Do not Thick
Surprisingly the day reached twilight
When I managed to divide them

Once I clung to the nightmail of Grandfather Medals
Pleasant heavy from children's nightmares saved
The noble man becomes greedily
war is not needed in the world but I could become firefighters

but grandfather died and my dad was a vanked clerk
I looked at him for breakfast and hated with all my heart
Why are you not a specialist not karate and not cyborg
why did not throw me in the sea so that I became a man

And the flame in my soul was quenching the cold mind
I was sitting in the corner of my parents thought I fucked
Creative mugs or sections were not fond of
While the neighbors somehow did not give the game console

I first took the joystick in my hands and life changed
All the rest of her part of living through force
School Routine Communication Teacher Friends Familiar
And only playing alone became a hero

like sailor dad I absorbed spinach instead of oatmeal
Fight home from lessons as Donatello waved his stick
threw robots at the entrance and broke on the fly
jumped on the paws as the king lion hid in the forest

who I want to be when I asked my mother
but she said not she and an enemy program
Who I want to become in a year and after five questions repeated
To get away from the answer, I launch a teleportator

I move on the other side leaving here clothes and beard
And eternity later returning back feeling of fear and hunger
good hands stretch the plate but it's not my mom
I say something but the voice does not come to the Sanitary

It seems this is not my life forgive
these are not my friends relatives parents
And these strange people in the route taxi
broken exhausted and ugly
Service cabbage and evening drink
Weather Forecast Stick Threaten or Do not Thick
Surprisingly the day reached twilight
When I managed to divide them