Текст песни Максим Демах - Прекрасный мир

I would rise at night,
After a wild overdose,
I would be torn to shreds all the verses
And I began to write only prose ...

About a world that is beautiful flowers like the blind,
As people under the moon rain
About the world without the usual sense of foreboding,
As we once uydёm.

I would like to live under a pseudonym,
To deceive those who are near,
Trusting real name
Only close friends and **** pits.

But the world was beautiful as the face of the wall,
As children, that sharpened knives.
And today, I dreamed that I died in my sleep,
And now I'm not sure that he was alive.

I would like to blame abroad
And there be unhappy Brodsky,
And in the end necessarily become an alcoholic,
And life complete idiot.

And the world was a beautiful silent movie,
Who have lost their color.
And I left the world and went home,
Leaving only smoke cigarettes.

27.09.09 - 30.09.09