Текст песни вертушка газманова - наверняка

At the station, civil avenue
A civilian in civilian clothes rushed under the car.
People grumbled displeasedly
"Well, now on business now late."
He guts like a motley ribbon
Fluttering to academic
Finally inhaling stale air
And seeing the electric light.
Inappropriate person minus one
In a society of spears and spears
Which is more and more
And to make the track easier.
But when in the taxi will play "Kolshchik"
Bines class. Paint will sprinkle
From your cozy world.
Buy furniture in the apartment.

Pain floods my eyes.
Moth eats coat.
In that closet where the children were looking for the entrance to Narnia - there is nothing.
Anger dilates the pupils.
Lion on the horns of a bull.
This world is not the same as spinning around the box. Surely.

The river will dry. In the old village
There are no young fuckers left.
Like on a shit flies are torn from the diapers there,
Where is sweeter sweetness.
In miserable honeycombs find joy
And until the end of days collecting pollen,
Spend it on all dirty tricks.
Beekeepers remove the honey.
Years merging in large offices
Monitors wiping their pants
With a fucking plankton army
He eats jokes on the tape.
After in the smoking rooms vividly discussing
All that shit they were given on a saucer
Firmly decide to bring down the country
But they sit on the ass and laugh again.