GRIBIN - Белые иллюзии
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The first one doesn't work for me
Because I haven't tried it
I'm not rich
Catch my mephedrone track
*Sniffs*
— Want more?
— Yeah, come on
— No, fuck, that's enough already, that's enough
— Okay, Yura, the last one
— Fuck, I said no. The last one was the last one, stop it
Young and stupid
How much shit have we used?
A lucky streak awaits us, so we thought
No
Hello, runny nose
Forbidden fruit is sweet, that's why it's so dangerous
It's breaking my girlfriend, it's really scary to watch
How I wanted to get the fuck out of there
"A third? No, two is the maximum
And that's too much"
"Stay away?
Who's talking, you're the one with the road problems"
"Don't give me that! I've always stayed away from this bullshit.
Maybe not, but I'm telling you, stop.
I'm telling you—"
She knows him, but I'm scared.
I don't want to call it a "first experience."
It would have been better if it hadn't happened, then I wouldn't have gotten anything out of it.
Except the emotional pain of friendship.
"F**k, that's enough. You see?
I don't want to think for both of us.
Come on, use your brain, look, what's going on with D***a?
She's already got it wrong, and you're adding to it.
Who are these junkies? Do you know them? Huh?
Let's get out of here quickly.
The bus will be here soon.
I don't want to die in this shithole.
It's unpleasant even to remember and write about.
Three years ago, friends had a fight there.
Then they made up, but went their separate ways.
Someone finished, someone's still crazy.
— Look, are there any cops?
— No, no, everything's fine.
— *Sniffs* How much will you sell it for?
— Well, let's take five.
— Okay. *Sniffs* Shit, it seems he's not getting it.
A fool doesn't learn from his mistakes.
Neither his own nor others'.
Which he tried to shield her from.
That's why he's stuck in the mud for a month.
It's sad as it is, it's a shame he didn't get away.
In a parallel universe, just a month later.
They grabbed him by the ass—for distribution and trade.
Only fortune would have given him probation.
The white illusion of human life.
Could have forced him to his knees.
But leaving in time doesn't mean staying.
Without scars, wounds, leaving without a cripple.
The third—he's superfluous, like a corner—blunt.
Unable to fight the deer's habit.
With a credit card in his back, so greedily, nasally.
He erased the remnants of his love sickness.
He wiped his heart, until the darkness gaped.
On the reverse of feelings, he was so lost in understanding.
White nights, but not in Petrograd
They moved quickly, like TV series after TV series
A smile from ear to ear, like a blanket
Pain clung to her, like a tongue behind her teeth
Routine with fear: "What will become of me?"
"Will I live to see tomorrow?"—not even a hundred percent
A new hobby took so much
A layer of dust accumulated on the "Hobby Notes"
He'll spend some extra money on gas, then a bath of blood
In the opposite direction, when he sees a "bobik"
And he'll rack his brains for the thousandth time
He'll remember the dim light in the entryway from the lamps
How he used to hammer simple thoughts into someone else's head
And he'll decide not to appear in these murky circles