Макулатура - вальтер
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I know exactly how many steps, how many times the key is in the castle
things are silent, but not about you, and silence will fall asleep soon
And I will be left alone in the corridor, suspended in darkness
My heart is like an empty bottle rolling on the pier
The revolution of everyday life is to go to death around the city
close in the bathroom when you can no longer put it off and you need to
Return to the house, I will have a child from someone
And he will scream behind the door while I dream of drowning
Gather your face from glare, steal from irreversibility in a minute
but weaker than a bolt and louder the cry of real life
your name is from four syllables and each as a shot
I turn myself into a sieve, lying on myself on the way
progress is a locomotive, I must be someone besides
Burn the suitcase souvenirs and lose it like Walter Benjamin
not convincing enough, an empty sheet at the end of the control will not be accepted
Therefore, there will be a wife from whom I will hide in the paintings
imaginations 3d glasses, the hall will be stared at them
How on onlookers miss the squares of the guillotine
In this film, nothing happens except whining and fucking,
the reliability of which still needs to be checked, but why do we need this
The crowd like a digested veal falls apart into pieces
diverges on the sides in the red flickering of the credits
I see all this, but none of them talks about you, no one says
In an empty hall in each grain of popcorn in gloves for someone forgotten

I want to find you, make things forget, to inhabit the city with my dreams
see how he writhes in torture
It seems that the wife has gone with a child for a walk, I'm lying on the bed
it is impossible to think out to the end and no tablets will not be enough

Seconds are hard and solemn in memory, like clay
in which it is bogged down, moved away from real events of empty and routine
Take away to my whims, trying to invent you again
Fight with your toys, then I make them artificial respiration
In search of yesterday, in attempts to resurrect our novel
On a rotting corpse of my own talent I swim around the cities
I light the conductors from red faces, interfere with cocktails
I pour bad weeks and cities into my own skull
The same thing is where we met these places
But I hit the tambourine, calling the ghosts of our days and I put a tent
Along the way, making some muddy business connecting the wires, cutting a barrel organ
lead a hypocritical social life and the conquest of relations for the night
But in every pause I run away to call, or send a telegram
In the past, pulling your hands to you, I scream with every random tab
Everything is fine with me, I have not yet learned to stand, but I have to go
kiss someone, making you and behind your fingers crossing you, behind
The burning wasteland remains, the baggage and some money in the hands
It starts to darken and it is more difficult for me to control my movements
The steps slide, the suitcase is heavy, I don’t remember what doors to me
And, just about how a cowardly pimp this night will get stuck
I climb onto the upper shelf, drowning one more day, I go
deeper into darkness but turn around, suddenly you jerk by the thread
My hangover will create you and another settlement and riser tomorrow
I pray on your pumes Puma so that the torture does not end

I live my life without removing the bandages for sleeping
sheets, soap and air are now called your name
You accompany me everywhere as an impossible wife
In all guest lists of clubs and hostels are inscribed