Текст песни Кончин - Сэр Андэ

I did not understand what the dispute is,
In vain friends you came-
All around there are muddies,
And there is nothing to discuss.

What would they not carry,
Everything is easy to guess
Long day, sleepy conversation
And absurd grace.

That's how creativity is
I have an empty number
Loneliness fell out;
Door and heaven sip-
This is all I saw here
in a drunken swagger, so as not to lose the spark
Took a ticket for Tasher.

So my entrance came out,
(here is my way out)
Here is my way out,
All that was - shit
I am the only one - Dartagnan.

You can throw your panties -
I know the price
After all, any of my passages -
Just cry "love me".

I want so much
to end the stench
The loneliness of the strange
Crumpled pieces of paper fire
What is always missing
Me, on the 6th floor
I stand looking outside -
Everything, now on Tasher.

From the "Three-Horned Moon"
To the moon as to the moon
And in the tasher there is sand.
Your empty number
Leave to yourself,
I have nothing to do with him.
Do not hold grudges and debts,
Just remember the tram.
Fell on the Russian Railways website,
Forgot about everything
And took a ticket to Tasher