gvukamolle - Электричка
текст песни

sitting on the chair of the next train
Between sweaty bodies, like a baking sheet
Fight for the last drinking drops
In the carriage so far somewhere where I do not know

smoked tambo, like mother's kitchen
first -graders think they fuck them, they also smoke
Closed glass, drawn walls
shaved bum in the toilet, bloody foam

Blood slaughter of four drunks
for a tender pipe looking at lice
Good fairy tales about a horse knight
In one of the bags of the merchant by foolish or lust.

Love stories were more alarmed,
as if granny from the Russian series,
The analogy to the pain between the lungs is simple:
Their dishes and glasses in particular - they are crystal.

They are crystal ...
They were crystal ...
Everything was transparent ...

A plastic fork can not be killed by anyone,
Human I am now a chemo-monolite,
Everything that has left and at least somehow applicable
This is Nurafen plus and songs of the old Dima

Dear lady with thoughts about the urgent
Nearby only a child is ridiculous in the hands
Momin's reward - "Golden Spring" -
nomination for the best ex -heroine

Dogs do not change, and the faces are all rougher,
I seem to be closer to the border of North Korea,
where they will meet me with a stone face and gun
With the words: "You were not expected here, but you yourself came."

Before the final stop sitting
At the output I observe the ordinary picture:
The entire composition turned into a huge worm,
He has one task: to cross the road.

They are crystal
They were crystal ...
everything is lost...