Текст песни Гусь печальный - Для души

Hello!
He brought medicine for the soul.
These plates are green.
Stop!
Do not breathe!
The latter, after all,
And no more left.
Do you remember Baudelaire?
So everything will be right!
You wait a little.
The sewing needle dug
Into a green, sweet mass
And the candle flame set it on fire
In general, the process has begun.
A soft aroma of spruce spread throughout the room.
The clock stopped
But weeks flew by.
Take a breath Exhale. Inhale!
The body, as if from a synthetic winterizer.
It’s good that I didn’t die yesterday!
It’s so good that I’m killed nihuevo today!
"Tell me," suddenly I hear
"And now, okay?"
"And you yourself will not say?",
I ask, looking in a blissful face.
With tangles of hair,
The age of an unknown pensive uncle.
Gramophone - foodie,
With relish devours another Schnittke record.
An absurd mistake seems to be another refusal from Shipka.
And I’ll eat the cooled dinner for breakfast,
I'm just walking, mom, that's the truth!
Who am I squeaking to?
Cool dinner I will eat for dinner!
I don't need anyone, mom.
Nobody is needed ...