Текст песни перерывпятьминут - лебовски

I recorded on the hard drive of Moscow
Drunk like a Soviet faceted glass
Sold like a stolen tape recorder
And I look in the subway after the trains

Suddenly you're going there
Suddenly you are alone
I would at least look at your face
If you are old, I will probably die
And you will give birth to twins with your new

I am written in your notebook Moleskin
Like a boy who still loves you
I wake up from an alarm in the morning
And you can not start, he will wake you

I conquered Everest for you
Consisting of Ryazan beer bottles
Make me even more dead
Call at 5 in the morning and I will no longer be happy

Without you, without your drunken jokes
Without your drawings, your hugs
I will be new, big Lebowski
Going to the store in a bathrobe

My meat is soy, really
I'm already a vegetarian salad myself
Tear me down, kill me for debt, hang me like Sadame
Declare me holy jihad

This is mine September 11th, not otherwise
And this is the boy who cries so much
In the store at the checkout I will forget the password from the credit card
You and I are two halves

According to the theory of Faina Ranevskaya
So my life began and childhood ended
I spend every day waiting for the precinct
Who will ask me: “What's new?”

But there will be nothing new, no one will open
Pseudo-poet went home
Leaving a note on the door of a communal apartment
I'm sick of you, I'm sick of you

And no one will know what kind of boy Takm lived
What kind of music did he listen to, for whom did he drink so much
Suffered permanently
And he wrote that not living is better

And I buy a return ticket to life
Full misunderstandings and loans are getting better
Better loan, mortgage and live at work
Than these streams of disappointment

No one will iron my shirt on Thursday, Saturday
Like tuesday
And all, a hundred noises outside my window
It’s a wind and a janitor in the trash

Will not rob me
Because I have already been robbed
Leaving the place of feelings and soul archive rar
In the format of vulgar misery

Without you, without your drunken jokes
Without your drawings, your hugs
I will be the new big Lebowski
Going to the store in a bathrobe