Макулатура - катехон
текст песни

The field grass stubbornly grows
when it's trampled on instead of watered
so puddles will one day turn into lakes
the new residents won't have time to celebrate their luck

the lamplighter won't have time to put out the lamps
the student won't have time to finish off Madame Bovary
whoever speaks to me will become completely mute
under the constitutional order, the damp dynamite

and as Candide said, I fucked your optimism
I'm one in a million, but not one in a million
from rain to rain, like an autumn leaf in a pile
nothing will happen here, or nothing will be

only a long howl over the cooling earth
the wind of change blows through the tops of the black pines
like a flâneur in the ashes, I'm dressed to the nines
a dissident instead of freedom, I've sat myself into hemorrhoids

and the blind man won't regain his sight, he's fine as he is
they'll just add kilometers to the road to the camp
the telepath will open his mouth, but only a scream comes out
Telemachus won't return, defend yourself, old man

every moment is like the previous one and stretches like an age
I pulled the door handle, but only a crack came out
no escape through the front door, no escape through the window
the fragments of glittering coffins will be overgrown with grass

why do I grow through concrete
why am I alive among the graves
and I resurrect after sleep
like an indestructible katechon

why am I here among the graves
as if I grew through a seam
into this sleepy, heavy world
the Antichrist wouldn't have come

flies have stuck to the spilled condensed milk
this day is unforgiven in eternal boredom
time will stop like the price of compromise
drops of lilac vomit will hang on the dress

a red rash will cover the trace of the ring
a neuroleptic on the throne and the king has long been overthrown
in this eternal agony I surrendered in advance
waiting for the thief, having turned off the alarm

no one coveted the property and the holiday
leprous banknotes They fly past the ticket office
A late passenger, who missed his dream
I lift my foot over the slush, but no one shouts "stop"

Carpenter is fired from the screen adaptation of the events
I'm not just a hungover whiner, I just don't have enough absorbent material
In the huge zoo, there's only a small enclosure
Where the saints die and laugh at the inevitable

The Catechon has been re-recruited, the son of Jesus has been neutralized
A sleeping bag in a police car, I didn't wake up today
In eternal sleep, as if in a condom, you can hear through the peephole
Darkness creeps in, the world groans, I'll turn to the wall, okay

Why am I here among the graves?
As if I grew through a seam
Into this sleepy, heavy world
The Antichrist wouldn't have come
Why do I sleep among these graves?
Why do I eat among these graves?
And I live here as if I were dead
In the darkness, the devil whimpers quietly