Текст песни Местами Облачно - Внутри

They tell me I look like many hacks
And I can even copy the style
As laid out in the longer poems
And for a long time alone in their stupidity ...
They say I'm thirty, and I was unable to damn
No children there, not even a mansion-house
Insists that the book "How to live" I have not read the chapter
 And you know, I even did not penetrate the preface.
I scribbled, can not the same age
It's time to settle down home, work, family
But for me it is idle moveton
Because then I'll have, I do not ...
Who is going to write about the prickly, gray clouds?
About homeless, good buddy dog
About dawn relations, about their decline.
Of those who have forgotten me, about those whom I do not remember myself.
About whiskey and a pack of Winston
About how I want to go somewhere
Of the girls, I've -That potiskival
About an empty soul, which echoes.
Pro promises and burnt scrambled eggs
As a mother after the death of a lump in the throat
About the pain that can not be shut down
And she, like a splinter, all stabs and stabs.
About the war, about the world and about us all
About every funny and sad dialogue
About the life that lies beneath, like the old asphalt dipped
And the morning light, that lack of sleep again dragged.
And while gold glitter lights night
In my usual, I did not slumber
I want to give away emotions and to give
Especially their sea inside of me.
They say I flat out stopped in verse
They say I can not be saved
But my life has gone from scratch
Such are the hell of stupidity ...