Нестандартный Вариант - Проездной
текст песни

They gnaw Tihari to the bone, they took the last one
The days are taken away, the lungs are black, why pockets?
I'll tear it off.The slogans are “FORWARD FOR FASHION”
Hungry, buy, live, everything for the people

Under the name of the hammer and sickle the company kills
From dawn to dusk, work until you sweat
I wish those mole eyes couldn't see it
I wish I could fall asleep, it’s already late - the hours of dawn

I want to fly high, but they are far away
If they let you fly, then they wouldn’t hold you back
I’m not flying, I’m singing songs about tomorrow
My place is here as long as the words are interesting to someone

Tomorrow I expect changes from you
Give me new ideas, make an exchange

Turn around, there they are taking oaths behind: words are so far from deeds
Those who did not lick the soles in a quarrel between soul and body
Free dirt and air are rather priceless
When the groan stops, only then the name is completely

Almost completed, included in a new book volume
Thank you, gentlemen, I learned the meaning of life

My travel pass has expired, I won’t leave for the last month
There is no need to shout “Stop!”time in which storms
To pour on everything, to live quietly... I’m young, Vasily
I'm with you, let's have a smoke

My travel pass has expired, I won’t leave for the last month
There is no need to shout “Stop!”time in which storms
Pour on everything, live quietly... I'm young
I'm with you, let's have a smoke

Light up, in the smoke reality is not so vile
Calm your nerves and get back into everyday life
We carry the round one, we roll the square one all the time
There is no stupider dream, everything is through the ass by the way

Everything is based on concepts, laid out long ago according to suit
Go buy some signatures, now it’s fashionable to be in power
I'll run into the grocery store, which has been close to me since childhood.
Good inexpensive eyesore actually

If only there was something to fill it with, there would always be a holiday
Smart people rack their brains, but a drunk can figure it out
I grew up where they no longer grow, the doses are growing
Someone is on their way to life, birch trees are rustling over someone

The milk has not dried on the lips, relaxation gives lessons
When the body becomes a sieve, people find respect
Away from sin, closer to the cherished goal
The commandment is a sucker, and how many songs have they sung about it?

It's time for a cigarette, the last one remains in the pack
The travel card has also run out, it can’t be otherwise

My travel pass has expired, I won’t leave for the last month
There is no need to shout “Stop!”time in which storms
To pour on everything, to live quietly... I'm young (I'm young)

You wanted to see, touch
How a mechanical god will suck his nails
I bend my elbow in retaliation against the system
I smoke cigarettes and punish time with episodes

The sewer empire hides hearts in its fingers
Swallows numbers, lead calibers into cells
It's hard!The cold sky licks the wing
Evil dropping glass under the feet of windows

The ceiling will laugh at the back of tobacco smoke
My lungs cracking.Unbearable
We are with them!The cry of torn glass
I am a trembling falcon bleeding at the bottom

Still where it's ugly to sneeze
When the hearts bark, the blade melts
Empty and very unprofessional prose
Rush to wake up faces in tears

I've seen birds drop their wings
At the level of the ninth agony
Sad heard the feathers howl in the air
Then he took them to himself, in the palm of his hand