мц жесткое ограничение - Ночь, улица, аптека
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night, street, pharmacy
two masturbeks are fucking each other in the mouth around the corner
me with the words “pardon me, madam”
I'm raking all the phenazepam into a pile
and other trunks and hells
and while the security guards are playing wartander
and the pharmacist is tied and gagged on the floor
I go out into the street
Bosco Russia shoulder bag
there's porridge underfoot
December, St. Petersburg, I'm in an ancient jeep
driving to the village of Kipen
Russified Finns are leaving there
for them my cargo is a specific wine
there's a packet of sativa in the background
pharmacy, mephedrone and heroin
I'm somewhere between a dealer and a gin
as a two-in-one cleaning product
if they put the fillet on thickly
I can handle any shit

and before I remember at school I dreamed about football
in a Puyol T-shirt he drove around the field
or how dad messed up an old boat
Amur-Vostok and took me fishing with him
“Son, learn how to hook”
Now he is over sixty and we hardly communicate
were once best friends
someone died, and someone was sent to hell
youth passed and the rat race began
great things no longer await
and I do not like it

I'm turning off the road
the stars shine like rhinestones
a little frozen
crawling along an artsy lake
I think I’m parking at a familiar cottage on the coast
lights are burning in the windows. hope burns inside me
according to Shurik, screw everything up and fuck off
I yawn. I'd like to go to bed right now. and the clock says 4:20
my shoes slip, I shuffle along the path
through the yard to the house. suddenly I hear shouts of “hands up the hill!”
and the flashlight blinds your eyes
and garbage is coming out of the barn. fucked up
I throw my bag, I hit the gas
but I stumble and fall head over heels into a snowdrift
A big fat cop is jumping on me
handcuffs ring and snow falls

but once upon a time I sat at the first desk
mind chamber. went on exchange to the states
jerked off the Olympics. at a fucking university
I studied for free. was the son of my mother's friend
and now miskuzi rodaki, I myself don’t understand how I became like this
used to play Cossack robbers in a village near the river
I always ran away, but here I couldn’t. think about it
fate takes it and throws it into deflection
This is how the golden days pass

night, street, pharmacy
two masturbeks are fucking each other in the mouth around the corner
me with the words “pardon me, madam”
I'm raking all the phenazepam into a pile
and other trunks and hells
and while the security guards are playing wartander
and the pharmacist is tied and gagged on the floor
I go out into the street
through through Bosco Russia bag
and then it doesn’t matter anymore