Сметана Band - Не Бери Трубку
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From the twilight, stupid hubbuffer
From adequate to a confused fool
The degree of the coward pours daredevil
The hand foam to the touch, I still have cognac

I want to get drunk, kill, conscience is clear
Yes, we were destined to say goodbye, but you want to know
I had to degenerate and become someone,
But for some reason he stopped recognizing himself

The words are empty, only forms remained
Their content is doubtful, and the meaning is controversial
Buhoy stubbornly, I'm trying to fall asleep in the restroom
On the monitor with your photo parallel to porn

The artist or poet should be hungry
And I'm hungry, fucking understand what is dressed in
I carry measured beeps in the tube this nonsense
Hoping that you have no phone with you

I press that there is strength, to the wall, in the dark, it looks stupid
Stumbling all the corners, swearing, I'm looking for a jacket
Somewhere at the other end of the city, your phone in a bag will buzz at a loud
I don’t understand what all this is, but please do not take the pipes ...

"Please, I just want to talk to you"
But you can't answer, well, so be it
No need to find out now who was the first and how killed
Who has laid for our foundation dynamite

Who was more devoted to whom and who was the first to be devoted
We kind of like not in war, victories are not important here
Only one conversation will be enough for me
Therapy with knowledge of how you are, where are you

Do you remember how our credits painted the screen?
Loud screams in the field no more than a booth
Than it all turns around, I did not know then myself
Now on my cheeks tears, dew, I have not written since then

Well, I'm calling, the lights flash in parallel
I say everything, only beeps listen to me
For some reason I really need you to know
That having gone then she lost nothing

I press that there is strength, to the wall, in the dark, it looks stupid
Stumbling all the corners, swearing, I'm looking for a jacket
Somewhere at the other end of the city, your phone in a bag will buzz at a loud
I don’t understand why all this, but please, don't pick up the phone
Don't take the phone!

And here I am under your house, my only friend
Fingers freeze, the phone falls out of the hands
How good that I told almost everything
And the drunken former under your window has already fallen asleep?!

But you are silent, I got older, but did not become smarter
Plus it has become sentimental, probably old
I do not look at the stars, the neck is more harder
To be honest, I was tired of playing the lottery with fate

I was lost, the charge is over the batteries
You are doing well, you are a couple without screams, hysterical
Well, okay, in response I’ll tell you nonsense
Having what I have, I do not regret anything

I press that there is strength, to the wall, in the dark, it looks stupid
Stumbling all the corners, swearing, I'm looking for a jacket
Somewhere at the other end of the city, your phone in a bag will buzz at a loud
I don’t understand why all this, but please, don't pick up the phone

Don't take the phone!