Kutz - Вагон
текст песни

A blind woman enters the carriage
Sings and looks through you
And no attention seems to be falling on me
But the earth is shaking
You can't calm your eyes
You don't know where to put your hands
You change positions, you think where to put your legs
The mind is foggy, the thoughts are cloudy
You don't feel like there's a place under you
You'll be stuck in the window for half an hour
You start scrolling through the menu, you go to instagram
She'll leave and you'll be busy for the rest of the day.
You won't find a civilized approach
There is no desire to be conscious
You will engage in self-criticism, you will start gnawing at yourself
Why are they, why are they being punished?

As if they were crying but without tears
And there is no grief in their eyes
It's empty, there's no threat there
You feel terrible fear
Makes you shiver from willpower
A disabled person sang about happiness
There is no sharper pain in the world
The one that gnaws from the inside

There is nothing worse than sick people
And someone will say that in fact they do not exist
Everyone has their own characteristic, You can’t judge by it, but it won’t interest you!!!
Only one difference will not suit others
And you're already in the clinic, he saw an asteroid (you're not one of ours)
Then they break the psyche with normal
Even without knowing, even if not on purpose!!!
Blame the provocateurs
And those who strive to feed themselves through this
Yes, they need to be put in isolation wards
It’s not enough to sew an Ace of diamonds on their back
Whether drunk or in the heat of passion
The sick don't understand what they're doing
They won't get the desired effect
Healthy ones are those who do not lose control.


I feel sad for those who were born with a disability
By chance, an unfortunate person found a crutch
This is where regret should be shown.
That's why it's hard to see the light in the distance
Although they don't need my pity for nothing
Joking about this topic is completely disgusting
I don't know how long I have left to live
I wish I could be useful to someone
Not in any of the many laboratories
Medicine has not found a vaccine
They are missing something a priori
Progress has become numb in the search for a panacea
With verbal rhyme, but verbs also breathe
I write as it is, tormenting my soul in order to present it more correctly.
There will be those who will not hear this song
Like those who can't read words

There is no desire now
Look at the faces of condescension
Throwing ten twenty fifty
Just so as not to see the reflection in her eyes