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I haven't been attracted to your love for several years now
Although I'm hooked on it as a substance
I only need a goal, I don't need an object
For the justification of nature
Alcohol doesn't bother me that much anymore
Like in the days of boxed wine
I loved many, I was loved by one
Or didn't love her, who knows?
The DPRK was created to make life good at home
This is not a country, it's just someone's project
No one has ever been there
It's just space that doesn't exist
I'm only haunted by guilt
I'm in a comatose state, vomiting into a bag
Lenin package or shit package
Everything I said, believe it or not
If it doesn’t rush me, then I’m lost
Dissolved in the taiga, went on shift
Three kilometers away, where bears knock on houses in the evening
And there are no couriers and no pits
I went to a place where you are not, which means that I, in principle, do not exist either.
I disappeared into the snow and the mines
Shrouded in a blizzard with moonshine at the party
Became a toiler in the village, and in boots
I'm stirring up dirt, and you're in Vasilyevsky with some whores
Bitch I hate them
You don’t count how many days and where I disappeared again
Bitches
In a city where the lights are always on
And every third person knows what cash is
But I know that there are only vacant lots there
And for the poet it’s all a prison
Whore for a poet you still can’t understand
In a city where there is no rush of greenery
Where there is always a struggle
Pedestrians and iron boxes with dough
I think I've lost myself again
And I lost you along with my wallet
Outside the Moscow Ring Road the city is like a zoo
And you come to look at me under glass
Where I fuck in a herd of other macaques
And like a saiga I conceive Saigon
This is an eternal series
And I hate my spin-off
I hate
I hate it
I hate it
I forgot to clean up as I was leaving your memory
I will begin to suffocate in other people's things, in the reserved seat
And hit the tabletop three times because I'm crazy
I don’t mind living, and we got up here
Somewhere between Russia and your city
I'll get out of the car into the wind
There is still a lot of time because we are young
And I'll sell it to local traders for the best loop
For the best eureka where it will be revealed
The meaning of life covered by a blizzard
What I was digging up near the outskirts
Somewhere on the highway in pursuit of the mill
Where I finally have a chance to calm down
Or he'll dream
I merge my howl into the Glagolitic alphabet
Lonely in the middle of nowhere like Ibiza
Lonely as a crucified flag
In noisy multi-story strife
I'm laughing from my room
Laughter warm as rain in August
I'm laughing from my room
To warm up a dead limb
But we're like cool pirates
We're going to the bottom with the ship, stubborn