и быть может - памятник
текст песни

Everything will happen instantly
You won't have time to blink an eye
Your fragile ideals
will fly around the sky with ships
Swallows with sails
Your wrinkled face
will become a portrait on the stove
a reminder of all past
Life Hoye Film with a small budget
And a moronic plot
I know what you did this and last summer
You were killed by a girl, Adamushka, Eveshka
The invented image in an unreliable body
Grounded by the fog in practice
The ridiculous sculpture of Tsereteli
with the appearance of the model living in Eden
but the diadems fell, the lights went out on the modem
You came up with everything yourself and fell in love only of thought
Full of forgetting about the meaning
But further - more, you got married on the image
You came up with your goals
I came up with that it is normal to get up in the morning barely
go to where you hate everyone and thoughts are cloudy
I came up with this normally love vermichelli and dumplings
I thought of forgetting about the dream to visit Delhi
I came up with not to remember how the meters meters
I thought not to see how you are empty
And in the soul there is nothing left of the present you
I came up with afraid to look in the mirror in the morning
After all, smoldering hope is still reflected in the eyes
swim out of the abyss, you are kindly drowned
They sat with a girl at five on the windowsill
She seemed to you the real one of all
And it doesn’t matter that it was a fucked touapse
You talk about everything all night
In the morning drowning in dew
Black -eating loaf
She said that she dreams of becoming an actress
you - what always wanted to be an astronaut
promised to eat what to spend for the curtains
the sea seemed a huge fee
The moon sparkled with an argent
But the dial fled inexorably
Where is she now? Where are you now?
turned into a series of payments
salary, salary, salary
In order not to lose it, it would be crucified and not a Winno
Pontius Pilate
All that remains of us
A couple of bright memories
and bulls hidden in the ground
From cigarettes of decayed in attempts of self -digging
set on fire on beacons
In search of answers
We look at the ground
Reveling in verses of dead poets
Someone heals the sky
In aircraft tails
Or constellations of stars
Everyone talked about us
Raising the last toast