Макулатура - реальность
текст песни

The shaggy hand draws you wine
A dry old man is pulled to the ground by a wreath
Lie at the counter that you're not alone
Lock yourself up and remember the movie

Remember the cows in their underwear?
Count to one hundred, calculate in your head
How many minutes and days are left?
Cold sun and bare branches

Naked people are led into a ravine
The dog barks, the watchman doshirak
I diluted the gate with water and opened it
The flooring creaks boringly under the wheels

The shopping centers are smoking, the person in the department is sleeping
Common things and values under the lamp, living together
You can see it properly, you can see it down to the smallest detail
Pensioners swim, presenting a ticket to the pool

Birds sing their last songs faster out of fear
The evening will soon end after a certain time
Forest or city, January or May,
With the echo of empty talk, reality is killing you

Stifling flies line in front of the gangway
I'm going after this creature
To new soil or somewhere else
Past to the raw material processing point

Unfamiliar watch, unfamiliar shore
I felt myself, my body is a blank
Documents underground, new doors
The lonely world opens up again

Head cold, feet warm
Empty stomach, take care of your nerves
Staying overnight in a foreign land
Cut ropes, find coins
Cut ropes, find coins

Thick burgundy clouds
Hanging over the checkpoint
Experience has thrown off the trash heaps
Trying to get lost in the crowd

I once listened to you
After all, there was a fan of yours who said
Guy in soldier uniform
Winked and stamped

On a piece of napkin
Like it's a ticket
Abandon the proven scheme
Look for a place where you are not

Forest or city
January or May
Echoes of empty conversations
Reality is killing me