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Such a life that there is nothing to sing about
On TV - Pe .... to on ... ke ...
War here and there
Closed the Tamtam club
Autumn came after winter
What is autumn?
Look for an answer in a popular science song
Shooting yourself on wood
Change with wood rings
Outsiders will come
They will ask - please
A little irony and a little pity
Full idiot all day by the window
The sun flew, the moon dragged
Watch arrows crawl to two
The farther the night
The noise is more audible
New Kupchinsky
New authors
New Kolpinsky
New Okhtinsky
Go and walk along sleeping streets
Wake up ...
But you can't wake me up at night
I am not sleeping
I look and record
How the sun rises
How other stars rise
How the trees rise
How the Fuhrers rise
Terrible dirt on the book shelf
Surely fresh air
Riots in my apartment
Samad in the family and in the entrance
Old, old, old song
I get out of myself like a nesting doll
He smeared his hands, digging in a plate
I don't like something in this soup
A fundamental question
Tell me an uncle
However, not without reason
People like you
Those like me
Strangled, strangled, strangled, strangled
Uncle does not hear - ears fell out
It’s time to shoot his uncle from humanity
Everyone does not reach your uncle's hands
Well, who else is there? (fuss in the hallway)
In! Substantials again
And again - please
A little irony
And a little pity.
Light from under the lace of lampshade
Dinner Followed in a quiet kitchen
After work
One like a month
On the other side of the swollen clouds
Light click
Restored the balance with the street
Gray room
Topot of the alarm clock
Polite, well -reached sleep

So
You will remember everything
Sitting in the trench
Wet to the thread
That's all
He climbs into the head
Just doze off, spit on slush

A woman in the rear view mirror
Whore ending in marriage
A million uninhabited personalities
Sticking in condoms
Go for bread - pick up the ears
Buy wife flowers and sausages
Blue screen gray stars
Fall into snow -white nights

So
You will remember everything
Sitting in the trench
Wet to the thread
That's all
He climbs into the head
Just dozen about five minutes

Clever boy
With a huge brain
He dreams of becoming a foreigner
Live in some warm country
With unbending hard currency
And we are all here
And so far nothing
Send us more often fat in the packages
Happiness is when you will not be caught
I would not forget to send the cartridge to the chamber

So
You will remember everything
Either in the trench
Either in the kitchen
That's all
He climbs into the head
After work
Hallucinations.