Текст песни м а к у л ат у р а - п а д е н и е

I dropped out of life as people stopped reading
look out the window on a Sunday
people suddenly froze under the sky gray
such a senseless day off
I look at them from above, and I would like to
jump off the balcony and take the sleeve
first passer and say that loneliness
as well as any day together conducted
even when we quarreled over money
Then I went to work in St. Petersburg
with a man like Chris Peng
job fell through, and suddenly I'm back
you bought me for the last sweatshirts
and suddenly I got a job in PR
we first stopped counting pennies
the first time we almost quarreled money
paid for the apartment, went on vacation together
and I hesitate to speak English
I love you so much that I want to jump
from the balcony towards the world
and we take in hand, you are a successful engineer
I kind of garbage from the creative class
enter into a long-predlinny tunnel
and the output is poured pink biomass
We are drowning in courtyards, trees, passers-by
dogs and children, apartments, piles of leaves
we no longer have to worry about and worry
you / I and our quarter is always embraced
but distracts me some rustling
apartment peeled off wallpaper or dripping water
as butoh-all about what I think soon
disappear forever

Death does not allow to pause
I would like to press the brake and off
for a second - a trip to the old Ikarus
to break down a lonely hare
comparable to momim weekday afternoon
comparable with each minute of life
in the final of this boring movie
We hung over the abyss and nothing happens
journey resumes
I stopped to take me longer sick
in the cabin hang pictures of our first apartment
I can make them feel
Here's an old refrigerator with labels on bananas
books on the floor that we stole
there was even a biography of Johnny Depp
Here are the most common bridge and my cigarette extinguished
and my question remained unanswered
froze the phone and all the money fell into the river
then you have found a job
and I have one more reason to die on you
and happiness under the table together with Thom Yorke
loneliness cold stone interfering say
ridiculous movements with his hands and writhed days
lived in a locked without hope
I'm hiding from you as a crumb of bread
stuck in laptop buttons
and still want to get to the white light
tell you that I exist
I refresh the page, holding
himself and matured gradually
but bus falls into the abyss
again approaching noon, fear reigns