Текст песни Моргии - В погоне за кайфом

Yesterday it was summer, now cold,
All the time we run ahead of the engine
With the celebration of life, the great binge-drinking
Blindly to the silence of hospital beds.

There is a trade, write books,
Puff deputies, doctors and huckster.
This is a war for a warm place
From black to envy nerve stress.

Gray days are flying too fast,
We turn the pages without any sense,
Life goes on autopilot:
You could say we live at work.

A wedding I will be buried,
This is the fate laughs at us,
Accompanied by a powerful drive,
We are dying in the pursuit of high.

I wanted to live in a big way
And you go out in a big way.
In life for something you missed,
You is angry and depressed.

Crashed into a pancake. And fuck the point?
Eat semolina and teeth on the shelf!
And now you're lying among trash in a landfill,
Where are you in a hurry for you! Firs-winder)))