Сны Синей Собаки - Keep Calm and Genre Affilation
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Sad
I look like a sad
Like a stale, tasteless cake
Life is bland and tasteless
Sad
Sad
Wasteland and new buildings
Soviet Deputies and Perestroika
And there is no sympathy for people
Very sad
Hanging out with the local People's Commissar
But I am not a People's Commissar
And this is also sad
Very sad
Sad
The future is so lean
Dead insights and feelings
Won't help you come to your senses
I'm trying to be the best at least in something
To scribble something in a sketch for myself
To collect badges for myself
But stone beads on my neck
Century-old dust and garbage
Get into my pupils
Ke-ke-ke-ke-ke-ke-ke-Keep calm
and genre afilation
Keep calm and genre afi-afilation
Attention. And attention please
Keep calm and genre afilation
Keep calm and genre afi-afilation
Attention. And attention please
Keep calm and genre afilation
Keep calm and genre afi-afilation
Attention. And attention please
Keep calm and genre afilation
Keep calm and genre afi-afilation
Attention. And attention please

Midnight
Gathered the stars in a net
Cyclopian sky
The moon does not hide its eyes
"SOS" loom
Credit apartments
Both plasmas and motives
But this is not about us
I will hang out
For a cigarette until dawn
Snowflakes pirouettes
The postman plays football
It is not clear
What warms his hands
And for what hope
He gets up in the morning
That the day before payday the cigarettes ran out in the morning
And so habitually take a drag
A bull found in jeans, like a holiday
Birthday
But you are not the main character there
Of all the queues, the most-most regular
You will say, a doomer motive
You will say, a genre, everything in the best possible way?
How did you surprise me?
I saw all this at my dad’s
Why does he need a family
Forget, forget and not be shy
After the workers’ filth, wipe your soul with alcohol
And lock it in your head of loss
Like prisoners
My dreams, blurred by urine in my diapers
And a crust in the table, like a sense of life
Grandma’s varicose veins, like a domestic debt
Son dreams a dog’s dream a dog’s son
A dog’s dream a dog’s dream a dog’s dream a dog’s son
A dog’s dream a dog’s dream a dog’s dream a dog’s son
A dog’s dream a dog’s dream a dog’s dream a dog’s son
A dog’s dream a dog’s dream a dog’s dream a dog’s dream
I’m trying to be the best at least in something
To scribble something in a sketch for myself
To collect badges for myself
But on my neck are stone beads
Century-old dust and garbage
They get into my pupils
Ke-ke-ke-ke-ke-ke-ke-Keep calm
and genre affiliation
Keep calm and genre afi-afilation
Attention. And attention please
Keep calm and genre afilation
Keep calm and genre afi-afilation
Attention. And attention please
And attention please
And attention please
And attention please
And attention please
And attention please
And attention please
And attention please
And attention please