Текст песни таха - Пойдем покурим

sometimes the plexus of the arms is so untrue
in the final everything remains blue
staggering in places where it was warm
even now in this winter season

de-energized, suspended on wires
no strength to hide something here
you saw everything and did not understand anything
there is always time to change something
I don't know where I don't know why
ended up killed in the stele
wrapped thoughts, wrapped feelings
graceful fruits of incomprehensible taste

This is all familiar. I hit the 9th floor window
not so high
the words are poured along with the smoke
out of frame familiar picture

sometimes it seems that the microphone is listening to me. that these messages do not fall into your ears
how long have I seen those places
solid fields, wind, emptiness
he whispers something to the bare branches
sometimes fly here in a burst of caustic smoke, they only sway
no emotions visible no patience
stand listening in silence

has long been similar to the rest of the gray mass
I am no better and therefore I remain in a mask, my eyes are hidden under the capichon
something to prove there is no rizon
dreams float along the river along the current
and maybe it will all remain just an implication
the window in the kitchen is slightly open:

"hear, brother, let's go have a smoke!"