Текст песни Александр Репьев - Синема

You lived in a thrash masterpiece, I lived in a comedy series
I was plugged in the sense of a gap, you were caught and imprisoned
If not a prison, then a couple of bullets! And I whispered my "Fo giv mi!"
Well, then July came and we woke up in a new film

The end of toy history - the beginning of the time of wrinkles
The deception of things has long been broken, and do not look for the guilty
They will find themselves at once, they will find us themselves
Since the sky is a carrot in God's shuyts, then the earth is a whip in the right hand

And Hamsun Knut and Knut the Violinist
They whisper: “There is no return to the past!
Here is light and darkness, here is laughter and cry ...
What are you going to do, guys? "

We won't take over a starship, we won't rob three banks in a day
The people behind the scenes will not laugh, the tachanka will not stir up the steppe
Will not light up Juliette Binoche, Zabel Huppert will not collapse at his feet
And the kid named Krosh will not become trash in the end!

Different frames, even rhythm
And middle plans abundance
Joy sobs, pain soars
And inflexible powerlessness!

Granite brownies on lips, October floating gold
And miracles on the bends, and - either dumps, or - booths!
And the Doll will say: "It doesn't matter ..." The Invisible Man will freeze in the branches ...
The long movie will thicken to the state of a photograph ...

You've lived in a thrash masterpiece
I'm in a ridiculous TV series
Our new film of two worlds between
We are here, now, across this sky.