Текст песни линии электропередач - ничего хорошего

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sometimes it seems to me - the whole world of the NKVD
and I don’t give grain for the benefit of the country
but in general life is going fine
like landing in normandy
once i got my sight
that Mahatma Gandhi was wrong
without violence in any way, someone needs to spread
and someone has not served enough
they say drugs are bad
although in theory everyone should give a fuck
After all, the grandfathers themselves are drug addicts, chopped with a hammer and sickle
the earth is covered with gold
I see the reflection of the day in gray houses
sewed up a hole in my pants
someone's photo hangs on the honor board
and someone, that is me, walks in anguish
sees everything in dark colors
masked fear of passers-by, pain in paint strokes
Sasuke - Screaming Blond Guy In Bandage
so I shout "no way out" that there is strength
just like Sasha Vasiliev's
thoughts hung in my head
like games on an old computer
in kindergarten fought for hot wheels
over the years went to social. stairs down
"Encore" was heard in wet dreams when I was learning to play the guitar
but drunk she was squeezed
a couple of blows to the kidneys and stomach
and now I don't want to become the new van halen
left to wander around the yards in a faded jacket
despite trying to be well-read
it so happened that it became soaked through water
after all, life is not a simulator of a homeless person, where being nobody you can be reincarnated
life is getting two knives in the back, and somehow nothing is achieved
although if you think about it, then everything is really good and simple
At least I'm not a Syrian teenager from Aleppo
or not a student from columbine
and did not fall under the combine ridiculous
I do not sit in captivity, I fly like a bird over the field and, in principle, am satisfied
become an exemplary citizen of the country
and dreams may come true
but this is somehow later, but for now
Throw me another glass.