Текст песни ПЯТКА - корабль

In total, there is a sense
Identka from God, to put under the tree where the apple fell on Newton
bring a plague to Florence
December or Dementia Difference no pawn you or queen
E2 E4 Party is written on the scrubles for a long time
The sullen monk Beanido draws his line of life on the sand of time
he is not a fanatic and not madman, just knows everything about underground singing
Empty screaming Naubali, nobody must us
I remember how we dreamed that I would challenge the world of parabola
Now it's clear to me - you fuck your chess
Shalands Full Kefali Mind rushing through the waves of the mind
Sailors Natashaans do not ask questions
While on the motor ship music plays thinners stand on the shore arguing
Where Barkas is swimming who captain and what awaits
madness clutched in the cable anchors
Passionarity bored by bodies about the board of the ship
It is clear that few will get to the crash site
illusions, a man in the carriage does not even look forward, he has nothing to do and there is no need
Yreeny steering for a long time tired of life sea
But no one leave the ship in infinite swimming
And the ship continues to despair in better death

that schooner that mistakenly calls the world real
no more than the curtain scene in the theater and hardly
The truth will open for the web
Drawn Fire Same Decoration
Fairy tales should end well, so behind the picture there is a dressing room of villain
Discrete Illusion of Being, searching God as imitation of violent and important activities
And the search for the meaning as if diligent in the Wild West
someone climbs to find a grain of metal, someone blows his head so
What is your success measured? in buxes or in position? yes what a fucking difference
underground or affection - the difference in the one who teases
not for sale not because there is no one to buy, just like it
judge about people for their values ​​it's like being in the Inquisition
whose mental owner is better - the essence of all disputes in principle
Opinion is all, freedom of speech, speak out
Whose shit stinks worse and who will sketch
Opignon Liders Thrown Dice Psam, the most jar even to the table sometimes let
A sad life flows
And the ship moisters