Текст песни 4пыль - Апатия

paper in soft everyday heroes
treat yourself hard and confusing weekend BIRTHDAY friends
rasplyusnutyh on sofas forgotten clubs
chipaut in the area where the melt flowing moments
in the morning I share dreams I remember vaguely
night from Sunday to Saturday as
there is no more time to be cursed for the sake of
era fastuda religions and pay God
house deep in thought viruses in terms
shirts and sweaters in my robe diamonds
breath hiding smell defects vinyl threshold
there is no password on inputs and there is no oxygen
week without rest I merznu under Smokey
but only
a fine line between gin and tonic
It does not allow me to fall into the abyss of lack of will ....

losing share and wet time quickly pricks
under my shoulder blade vaccinated for pain
the rhythms and weaved his fingers moaning in agony dance
Hertz bite trying to stay
In the minds among the alcohol and heat
the counter shakers howling preventing fun with anguish
breathing through the walls of the plebeians shy dropping fatigue glasses
my tired fairies sides crumple them copulating faith and vermouth
Share with me while alternately changing the ashes on moisture
mashed mint plate and lip prints girlfriends hidden
smell of absinthe
giving rise to the illusion of pale thoughts 3 cents
delirium until morning skoz body and lyuministentny
burning in the fire of fatigue and malic isentsii
taxi pulls away from the heart to doubt the center
those I eats youth to Friday resurrections

and we age these bar counters
we plan to build itself from heroes
We have three of those who have stayed him
faith hope and alcoholic