сука-любовь - двигатель внутреннего сгорания
текст песни

Insomnia is asking
For the night -
I pretend to be sleeping.
Do not rush from the roof
In the last century,
My memory is chilling.

I am the fifth shift
I get longing.
I consume food.
Without a break,
On thin ice.
I am an internal combustion engine.

And again "great!"
The bad morning
Caustic smoke of cigarettes.
I am fucking.
I remember vaguely
The joy of past years.

I'm in a sober mind
I see in the window
Continuous military units.
But if you are light
Then I'm at a dead end
In the frozen tram of happiness.

Come to their senses
One hundred units
In space without oxygen,
But, a crust of ice
Scrap from the glass,
My lack of freedom breathes with burning.

Although, to be honest,
I know everything.
Yes, there is nothing to breathe here.
The circumstances of the place -
The form of protest.
I forgot how to wait

That's the trouble.
Switch of the train.
He who took off is striving for a fall.
This is how the years take place
But, as always,
I am preparing myself for defeat.

And (God are you!)
On the way home
Life has lost consciousness.
Fierce in winter
On the eighth passage
Life is similar to survival.

Forward ahead;
Everything has nothing to do with
But the process of extinction ended.
In scrap metal,
For a landfill
Inner fire engine.