Текст песни Александр Махнач - Бухаю

Number 3 Yegorytch
& Quot; ... I drill a hole in time,
Scoring rusty nails,
The wall is about to crack ...
We have already missed the train.

Then we argue over who earlier
Dies of us from drinking.
I have nothing seems
We both fit in the frame.

Walk-not walk, but boring
Be angry - do not be angry, and scared.
I have nothing seems
You are my star, paper

Come celebrate the resurrection
I napryatal bottle under his jacket,
Back and look back and rejoice
It's empty - smoke and cigarette butts .. & quot;
(April, 1989)

Number 4
Realized how much snow is not used showered,
Bare roofs cold at first.
Sorry for them. Phone is not answered.
It is a dance with unlit candles.

This dance between the razor and dawn.
Bitch in red muleta beckons faded,
Shizbaletom a broken accordion,
One hundred and fasteners, and I'm not careful.

Do you want to face, you want alcohol, you want a woman?
Obmishulish, mud bukovki zamazhesh,
Pathfinders will not find the end and edge.
Dying vzhavshis in gray sheds.
(May 1989)