Псалтирь - На баре
текст песни

I inhale, emergency exit
I fly when I catch a stash
I dream, a picture in my head
Trust, I'll only do it once
Hey, let's keep it simple
I played an encore about something simple, but still accurate
Always stuck in a wine jam until dark
But we all know it's (not my fault)
The last clap of thunder exposes my essence
Processes of levitation, the engine is running
In the present, it seems like we're in a vivarium
And this stone era never leaves us

Pull the trigger, rolls of thunder
I'm a prophet, like a supernova
Money Long, in the final blow
I'll reveal the fractals to my memory, on the bar
Pull the trigger, rolls of thunder
I'm a prophet, like a supernova
Money Long, in the final blow
I'll reveal the fractals to my memory, on the bar

A new day will come, life is getting shorter
I wake up in pain at night, to be a junkie
And at night Sweet words fall on the tailbone
We silently follow, trampling, for help
Since morning I've been lying on the tiles, like a candy on a grave
As if my legs weren't moving, but a stretcher, haven't you perished?
You see, behind the curtains, existence clings so desperately
It presses on conscience, and time rushes by quickly
We'll rack our brains, sunsets on the walls
Patterns and scarlet spots of a stuffed bedroom
Where are you running, man, fix your gaze on the sky
I only know that within are the chambers of wrath

Pull the trigger, thunderclaps
I am a prophet, like a supernova
Money Long, in the final blow
I will open the fractals of memory, on the bar
Pull the trigger, thunderclaps
I am a prophet, like a supernova
Money Long, in the final blow
I will open the fractals of memory, on the bar