Макулатура - падение
текст песни

I fell out of life as a person who interrupted reading
Look at the window on Sunday, people suddenly froze
Under heaven gray are so meaningless in the day off
I look at them from above and I want to jump from the balcony
and take the first passerby to the hollow
that loneliness is worse than any day together
Even when we quarreled because of the money later
I went to work in St. Petersburg with a person like Chris Penn
the work fell off and I returned and suddenly you bought me an Olympic
on the last and suddenly I got a job in PR
for the first time we stopped counting a penny for the first time almost, what
Sili with money paid the apartment, we went on vacation together
And how I was embarrassed to say in English I love you like this
What I want to bend from the balcony to meet the world and we
We take hands, you are a successful engineer, I'm some kind of garbage from
Creative class we enter the long in the predatory tunnel
And at the exit, the pink biomass pours out the yards in us
trees passers -by dogs and children of the apartment of bunch of leaves to us
There is nothing more to worry about and worry you and our
the quarter hugged forever, but some distracts me
The rustle in the apartment was peeled off or water is dripping
As if everything I think will soon disappear forever.

Death does not allow to pause, I wanted to click on the foot
and tear off for a second trip to the old Ikarus from a cliff
down a lone hare is comparable to my weekday is comparable
With every minute of life in the final of this tedious film, we
We hang over the abyss and nothing is happening a journey
resumes, I stopped counting me no longer sick
In the cabin weigh photos of our first apartment I can
disassemble them to the touch here is an old refrigerator with labels
From the bananas of the book on the floor that we stole there was there
Even the biography of Johnny Depp is the most ordinary bridge and mine
The cigarette went out and my question remained unanswered
the phone and all the money got into the river then you found a job
And I'm another reason to die from you and happiness under the table
Together with Tom York, loneliness from a cold stone interfering
Speak ridiculous movements of the hands spoiled days
locked up without hope I hide from you like a crumb of bread
stuck in the buttons of the laptop and yet I want to get on white
Light tell you that I exist that I am updating the page
I hold myself in my hands and fasten up a little but here is a bus
It falls into the abyss again, afternoon is approaching fear.