Текст песни rokanten - амур сдохнет

cupids of love in a ditch,
drunk.
their arrows shattered on the rocks.
what a pity.
all rushing in the trains somewhere.
shaggy, red, freckled and gray.
old people playing children
and children into adults.
everything drowns in the sunset,
and fades.
arrived at the last station.
fucked up will come in two thousand and thirteenth.
we lower our dusty feet from the platform to the ground.
there are only crows around.
croak and ask for taxes.
and you go, thinking about your own, absurd.
without light in the eye sockets.
but in childhood we were so happy to play lightning,
hide and seek,
if cotton candy and ran to the parks.
canonical fall into a puddle.
on the way from the station to the house.
in public transport you feel
all my hate
all your assholes.
around is exactly the same
all in chains.
from the window you look at the guys drawing with Whatman paper,
girls with pink and rhinestones,
homeless, whores, rich,
and those who trust in their madness.
three steps left to the house,
suddenly you stumble, fall.
head on the ground
and everything falls silent.
so quiet, not even the voice of birds.
beggars and grandmothers do not grumble under the ear.
everything floats away.
goes out.