Текст песни Поэты по нутру - Будни

Variations have not succeeded for a long time
We sold retired from friends
Merged through the pipes of a crowded city
Life short book on the shelf
Let's another stack
I will shut up my life with bottles
And pumped in another traffic jam on the road
Or stumble upon a pressure in the subway
It's like a shoulder on the neck
Six vertebrae and on the topic
Closer to the sky closer to God
Pleasant flight and appetite
No rehearsals
I merge with walls and spam in the internet
Then die but I will not find answers
I bitch gives stupid advice
Speat days like cigarettes
Rows are clogged by couplets around one bans
My mouth under the lock, and freedom under control
Today in the theater of life in incomprehensible rolle
Forgotten all passwords and I have one foot in the absurd
On the legs of the rope, and on the hands of shackles
Come on and further look at this world through the pink prism

And what will fuck tomorrow?
Probably nothing, inside emptiness
People are moving on the subway
And I'm not here or there
One would stay ...

And what will fuck tomorrow?
Probably nothing, inside emptiness
People are moving on the subway
And I'm not here or there
One would be left ... Among the walls of Rutin

In me there is a drop of love
In you too but you think otherwise
And who live well in Russia
Prostitutes or homeless dogs
Got up in the throat kom and I threw myself on the garbage
Eastern drainage among cars
Among semi-living people
I rejected all the bottles
I killed all the love that inside
Lived among light red lights
I live like in a huge megalopolis
But feeling as if in the desert or on the wasteland
And probably if you pray to God that will start in the world
But I somehow do not hope for bright lumets
I will tear the gray days as a paper boat in a stream