Текст песни Саша Прохоров - Осеннее обострение

Not distinguishing between lame and drunken,
Planted in the cell, in the ground, in part, to the boilers.
And women howl every night Nesmeyanov.
And flourish in their toothless mouths flowers.

He became surly. He became very suspicious.
At bedtime try on coppers.
I someone vodka diluted with a solvent ..
I have something terrible in the night buzzing mosquito.

What shade kosorylye, unearthly ...
Let this miracle. I'm afraid of these signs.
I hope not. I'm fed hateful expectations,
When kamlat choir unbreakable hearts.

And even in an empty room is not so rosy.
The quieter the room, the louder I breathe.
And do not save me now foot rabbit.
And it will not help a set of magical brochures.

Limp, gray, not reflected in the mirror,
About something whispering on fish language ..
They know everything. I from them have nowhere to go ..
Their faces melt like patterns on the sand.

Not distinguishing between lame and drunken,
Chew. Tickle. Grass. Crumples. And tear.
And until the morning rattle faceted glasses.
In the morning, returning inside ...