kussani - штопор
текст песни

There are so many rooms here, each of them left something for me.
Strange flasks, a pole from Soviet skis, a ping-pong paddle.
I'm already exhausted by midday,
- Not at all.
I answer dryly.
To the question of whether I enjoyed drinking vodka.

Dust from the notes and
Syncopation on an invisible piano.
The rhythm is gone, but I'm with it, having washed away the experience.
Alcohol sold and poured down my throat.
Didn't even make it to the pit stop.
I stand rooted to the spot.
Although confused.

At six o'clock at home.
Trash falls from every door and window.
Life is a corkscrew.
Hastily screwed into the bottom of a coffin.
We're up there, but there's a ceiling of trials and tribulations.
Uncertain mistakes about loving someone.
Only experience.

Photos I've looked through suddenly fill my room with loneliness.
Holding on to the outside world with strange stories. In handwriting
Crumpled right then and there by someone
I'll fall asleep

The light from the desktop - replacing the windows in the room
A stack of letters on a sheet of paper, a liter for the trash
Then sleep soundly
The age has arrived when three plus something
At least the prequel wasn't meant to last long
And just for fun

Always on a sleepy journey
Where is my world simply assembled in a painting
In the style of Dali, Bosch?
Where is my source of strength, damn it! Didn't become a saint, didn't turn water into wine
But the cross is raised
Die proudly - home alone

Your exit from the rooms and again
Having made a piercing pile of mistakes
You remain silent, until the sought-after source
Dried up, with a coma's smile,
Blink if
Only your experience

The photos I've looked through suddenly fill my room with loneliness
Holding on to the outside world with stories in a strange handwriting,
Crumpled right then and there by someone
I'll fall asleep