Текст песни меланхолия джазового минора - IX

old soviet hospital
screaming and continuous pain
Kesarevo section
and your most unloved was born
with two letters "m"
call me a premature poet
or a nonsense poet, as you please
I do not care
you want to crawl and you fly at night
and the hope of surviving over the years is thinner
you can hate me but you know
i hate myself - more
and whoever I fall asleep with
I wake up alone again
give your soul, Maxim, such an agreement
constantly looking in the crowd through the eyes of someone
but I can’t answer myself - whom
never been alone
but constantly felt lonely
try to put on my skin
and at least get a little ...
Well, why did you fall at the beginning of the journey?
give her the fuck back ...

need to write lyrics in poetic mosh
but the inner voice repeats again
no no I'm too sober for that
come on later

I’ll perform in September, I’ll add an album and a dump
somewhere with a presentation
let's say in Dnepropetrovsk
why not?
I am a free poet, without producers
or some kind of framework
not one of those who write a poem for the sake of money
for your mom's anniversary
or become jesters at weddings
I'll put on old sneakers, stick headphones in my ears
and the bus, and after 5 hours it’s your city
even if I'm not welcome there