Текст песни коньяк с вишневым соком - будто закипел чайник

First,
but pain
familiar
a breath of air
to enjoy

perepryatat
underside
a chair
the whole town
with the aim of
somehow shine

nasinyacheny
ray region, any
shake the wind
impregnated and drunken Russian
We are running out of money

do not move
neighbor

May holidays
turn into clowns

Sunset lips, eyelids
and bread and bread

first wanted

stripped cat
tender will take a cup of tea
neck, not a dove

instagram persons
and it's great

sometimes
thinking
of the value of
man
in the world,
I remember
sailors and scientists,
Kevin Smith,
kinolyapy,
study

all the most
lousy
and native tastes

then
what I would like,
but he was unable to fight sincerely

hewn tomb
of the time, dry boards,
Human opinions and other stuff
waiting for me, as a personal
and work on the bugs

mess -
and it's yours,
yours and mine.