Текст песни Луперкаль - околозима

Will cover the night with a cap - only the computer glows
A cry from the windows - but my room is a sure trench
Smoke does not flow under the ceiling - I’ll cheer up with a coffee
Dot dot domain zone will be replaced by dot com zone
It would be too easy to feed different worms
Truth in wine as the crafty Khayyam asserted to me
Here is November again - but I have texted
A new chapter - will enter into you as in the fold of an elbow button accordion
Narka - I’m standing somewhere in a winter park in a winter park
Cold choked like an island empire paki
I heard tales that +10 and Pontus will give you tanks
But do not believe when you decide to ride the last dog
They can fuck you - I don’t like it - just leave
This movement - where the heads are shaved and the wreaths are dragged
Hardly could clearly explain how you became like this
These views are not exactly shared by asshole people

And winter will not let me out of the casemate
But I need this cold like a button accordion goat
With steam from my mouth - I'm a rusted through machine
I emit anger aroma - I climb into the bins

I consume books like a mana mage - see for yourself
The rapper minimal - to somehow live among the mountains of shit
And around here, I'm sorry not March - far from March
The sky gives the bitterness of happiness as if a poppy addict
Friendship is not pain - hey ale - there are more difficult
Pour me into the player so that it is stuck among the snowy alleys
Even at - 10 it’s easy and easy to kill here
But it’s better here than in the sun-drenched Makhachkala
A bracelet watches your hand cool - I'm growing up and growing up
But even with a manger he scored on those who simply went blind
White flakes will fall from heaven and mine will cover the trail
It's just snow - just snow - just just snow

And winter will not let me out of the casemate
But I need this cold like a button accordion goat
With steam from my mouth - I'm a rusted through machine
I emit anger aroma - I climb into the bins

I consume books like a mana mage - see for yourself
The rapper minimal - to somehow survive among the mountains of shit
And around here, I'm sorry not March - far from March
The sky gives the bitterness of happiness as if a poppy addict

Hey Braco - is there something to read?
Well, of course there are - Poe, Dostoevsky and Prishvin
Hey Braco - is there something to read?
Kafka, Saltykov-Shchedrin, Remarque, Palahniuk and Nietzsche
Hey Braco - is there something to read?
Vonnegut, Bulgakov and Balzac - while you used the bumps
Hey Braco - is there something to read?
Sometimes my young friend - books are just books