Текст песни Клим Стронский - живи

space reflected ripples
on television,
as well as our souls in the vaults,
strangled dry as the hands of an old woman feelings.
Birds fly over the houses,
burning on human outlook on life,
in the absence of meaning in movement
I hung the skin on a hanger in the hallway
and becoming an adult
in the morning in the bus,
a couple with experienced workers
with a question mark above his eyebrow.
it hurts me? no.
but a bright light
drops on the eyelids,
causing reflection
to what is happening around me,
I roll down under the seat.
straight for feet
and the remnants of alcohol in banks
Baltic nines.
I absorb the sincerity
and I speak for ever
of hatred of the world,
and the inhabitants of the comfort zone,
sorting box with needles
under the skin in the hallway,
my fingers pricked.
I threw up in the morning in the bathroom
from the formation of the person,
set of working experience,
fee for the room.
I drink a glass of water
and several liters of ethyl
to live the present day meaning
in an empty cigarette pack Winston.
the company dumpsters
I stay to live out his youth,
in the parishes of alcohol and eternal spring
do not go here.
then nails sticking out of the walls 8 meters
9 in a spacious room on the 9th.
time stands still
how your prospects
the future is getting better.
here's a piece of paper and pen,
write out their dreams,
we will carry out their
but first replace the ink,
and bring back the handle,
live.