Текст песни x-foby - Реинкарнация

I've tried many times to write funny tracks
See something healthy in modern man,
But again it turns out not in the spirit of positive,
Direct reflection of reality by recitative.

Again songs about drunkenness and rags,
Still living in wretched scattering
The remaining one at the broken trough.
Again the keys, the guitar and the monotone beat.

These themes are already loading themselves,
Either a non-lyricist, or a dumb psychedelic
So what to do? If my muse is sick
The idea of ​​a Russian revival.

My nationalism haunts me,
Who am I? What am I? Where is my calling or what?
Write songs? No, it’s not work.
And I want to eat from Sunday to Saturday.

Of course it's awesome, to feel not a vegetable
But I would not refuse to be reborn in it, in general.
To get high, from an incomprehensible pseudo-life,
Don't be afraid to fall down for your right thoughts.

Cross the road strictly on green light,
Eat, drink nasty and die at 28 years old.
Thinking about nothing, shaking only for your ass
Come on, reincarnate me, no use ...