Текст песни ТЕОРИЯ НАСИЛИЯ - Неоплаченный проезд

My insurance agent told me the other day
That my life is no longer worth a ruble
The curve has turned into an unknown distance
Was or was not - now it's a pity

Chorus:
Unpaid travel from Warsaw to Berlin
In captivity, brother spleen I lie down on the glass
Unpaid travel from edge to edge
The ripe kaya root took my warmth away

There is a shadow - there is no person, there are people, there is no love
Do not poison my soul with a torn caress
The trusting heart has fallen into the mud again
A drunken waltz is pounding on the wet asphalt

All the plans of the thought of the song will burn to ashes
Yesterday, the flutist Nastya did not come to the arrow
The last cigarette has only a sip
Beer melts in the duty room - such is life brother

Theory and practice are almost the same
In a smoky staircase we hit someone in the face
The strings broke again, Vlad is thumping in the oak tree
But we left home and don't want to go back