Текст песни макулатура - в огне

Zhenya

threw one and a half Xanax wheels under my tongue
dull view from the peregrine falcon
tomorrow a new life begins
here is my second diploma at the marriage institute
"while I'm alive - don't get married, brother" - my friend Pavel Myatny told me over the Vyatich beer
and he was a thousand times right
you still can't take your partner to the grave
we are all in line to be shot
someone groans, someone gets high from the movement
I'm going out to trample a new city
my dreams flow through the railroad station
coffee from the machine, vegetable shawarma, dawn
we are all burning in the oven
groan in alcoholic waste
writhing to youth pop hits
watching my world fall apart, slowly and sleepily I drive my sting
while the affectionate devils run over the balls with the blunt side of the dagger
fuck you
you have nothing but beautiful packaging
you are pointless as a printout of a landscape
but your comments and stupid philistine dreams are not enough for me, how
conveyor belt carries in the mouth
but every second is still good in its own way
I will not be, but my soul will be a brilliant noir after the rain of the street
I enter the hut without unpacking my suitcase
lie down between two trains
my home is everywhere and nowhere
wallpaper in soot
flames are already licking them off the walls
every time I close my eyelids I die
and death looks through your eyes
hugs with your arms
I can't breathe, my legs give way
falling on the tatami
fresh as dew your lips kiss me
I wake up from the realization of a terrible secret
but I go out into the yard or on the platform
and I forget everything

Kostya

never look back
as if there is where
and someone escorts me on a long journey
I don't check my personal as if between beggars
suck or fit
missing message about imaginary happiness
There was nothing
under the photo with me there will be no signature "with a darling in the registry office"
I fucking continue to a random ending
I just live until I die
my fucking imprint on your soles
let these years drag
hammering them like bumps into paper
while you play this game
i am resigning
who is the last one here? let him shit in my footprints in the snow
lived enough to realize how stupid I am
how fragile the body is
breaks after jumping into the void
and I need a minimum of bitches to understand -
I'm a mongrel that yearns for the caresses of never seen hands
to understand - I'm where they won't find me
Sonder Investigation Teams
clap my eyes like a doll, it's just a reflex
I don't call anyone
I do not need you
and swallow the smoke on the platform to grow old
but every howl I send as a carrier pigeon
to your house
fixing a fire to reflect the fire of these words in your eyes
every time I close my eyelids I die
and death looks through your eyes
hugs with your arms
I catch my breath, knocked down I fall on the tatami
fresh as dew your lips kiss me
I wake up from the realization of a terrible secret
but I go out into the yard or on the platform
and I forget everything