ТРИАДА - Противоядие - 17 - Сон
текст песни

Nothing to lose,
There is nothing to believe in
Somewhere lost
Exit last doors!
Paper
Fill empty streets
From the outbreak of hatred
We have to squint!

Nothing to lose,
There is nothing to believe in
When lost
The last exit of the door!
At the bottom of empty pockets
A pinch of hope!
Like before-
In the ears, an angry moan-
Maybe it's a dream!

Enough truths
With ruins of Palestine-
Strong as wine,
Invigorating their backs!
The wind is blowing new,
With this
Damces ashes of past idols
Black world!
Lira died-
Fuck many many people for a long time!
To the last sigh
No one will bring a glass of water!
Fighted dreams
Empty show -offs,
Little things,
Fints!
Bastards are stirring up water
Ring of ditches!
Extinguish the sparks of the soul-
Morality for the weight of caviar!
Tell,
And when the last time you
I realized that you are scum?!
Do not paint yourself-
Everyone wants to earnest
Live and do not disappear
Do not fall into the swamp of the underground game,
Without leaving his kennel,
But this is only dreams!
Bratan,
Where does everything roll?!
I want to back!
The icon cries
From sleep-
Eyes are heavy ...
Eyes...

Nothing to lose,
There is nothing to believe in
Somewhere lost
Exit last doors!
Paper
Fill empty streets
From the outbreak of hatred
We have to squint!

Nothing to lose,
There is nothing to believe in
When lost
The last exit of the door!
At the bottom of empty pockets
A pinch of hope!
Like before-
In the ears, an angry moan-
Maybe it's a dream!

I go to the old room
Dark and dumb there!
Under the ceilings of huge
Windows with cold bars!
I have not felt such freedom for a long time!
Shudder from the noise of the opening window,
Square
Old newspapers on the floor, on the floor,
Silhouettes dance from the flame of a candle,
On the walls portraits of those
Whose song is sophisticated
Real poets,
Faces - like a reason for the plot!
Crasing from the wind
I can hardly overcome meters,
Hiding somewhere in the ghetto
Fear of brain!
The pendulum in the corner makes a new scope,
In the ears - dumb acapella!
I see my own body
Under the pile of photos,
I begin to disassemble them in fear
The fate of the presidents,
Generals,
Small people patents
From time to time,
Hundreds of eyes tired,
Personalities,
Bloody events
Forever new, already old ...
I get to the cassett of audio
...
By the way,
Thousands of all these melodies
They play from behind
I hear a voice:
"Maybe you’ll sit down?"
Like troops on the parade
I go to the table
I do not know why-
I pull to the cold barrel ...
I throw back in horror!
"What, unpleasant?!
Let's start back
Life is a movie,
Fate is a spindle,
Good luck only stains!
Who needs your confessions?! ”
Curses,
Spells,
Knowledge,
Why the narrative
Thousands are enemies!
Here are two - these are brothers!
You don't even need a mother!
And from the table
In the face of the barrel
Lies your decision
The heart burns with indignation,
Contempt!
But I'm close to obedience!-
Having knelt down, I make a sign of the cross! ”
Grabbing the feather
Tensing to the cod lived,
I take an acrylic and a sheet of paper,
Dropping moisture drops on crooked letters
Another saga-
New lines,
The same as I am a loner
Not setting a point
Splashing down the chain
What tears from the inside to shreds!
And I believe - these are just flowers!
Circles under the eyes
The dawn lights are burning in the window,-
I jump up
Waking up from sleep!
Around the haze!
I'm taking a sip of wine
I turn on the light
I notice
On the table are two sheets from sleep!
Sleep!
From my dream!

Nothing to lose,
There is nothing to believe in
Somewhere lost
Exit last doors!
Paper
Fill empty streets
From the outbreak of hatred
We have to squint!

Nothing to lose,
There is nothing to believe in
When lost
The last exit of the door!
At the bottom of empty pockets
A pinch of hope!
Like before-
In the ears, an angry moan-
Maybe it's a dream!

Maybe it's a dream ...

Simple - sleep ...

Simply - sleep ...

Nothing to lose,
There is nothing to believe in
Somewhere lost