Текст песни Пара п кв - Мода д

and I would have a ticket to Chicago
drown in a dibilia cap for bulls
find a job in a stoker
and finally become fucking savvy
ready for the family. or so that until etiad as home
not be guided by the fucking circumstances, no matter where and how much we drink
in what volumes
I wouldn't rent a hut
I would have it so that it would not be dumb to remember how an orem
three of us under the windows
I would have died there.
until it became dust
until one of the crowd me
did not give a slap on the head, because we are alone here
among the wretched and the wicked. that's why they caught sidelong glances

I would have an eternal summer and in it madam beloved by the hand
I'd just go straight to the finish line. and not a hundred times a day around the corner
do not think about tomorrow, there is a dear office
to the most beloved. at nine zero zero
I would not refuse by the way not to feel pain from my own fucking

I would have a lot. but what am I?
I just loom without words. I come to dead ends
I would exchange my black nights for white ones in St. Petersburg.
would not wear a jacket
bazaar only with epithets.
and everything that came before you - fuck you forget.