Текст песни макулатура - это не моя жизнь

the grandfather asked me to talk with classmates
that on the day of victory, he came to tell how there
Well, it was in a war somewhere in the trenches of Stalingrad
I nodded but said to myself that this wretched

I can not endure the spectacle so I laughed at it all
and he scored on him did not return calls to the same
a girlfriend, we stayed at home for days together
watched old movies on tape

I pressed the pause trying to stay forever
in the frame of the & quot; true love & quot; or movie & quot; Casablanca & quot;
but nothing worked my mother cried Kostya
go quickly to the kitchen stuffed already prepared

we bought bags of instant cappuccino
and sniffed it through the tube instead of cocaine
I was almost like Christian Slater in his best days
swallowed mouthfuls through banks smelly tonic and gin

I made you discolor painted his hair
in blue and green walk down the street to make a choice
between the confectionery shop and perfume shop
it is better to rob a much better escape from the world

but first let your mother help in the garden
I told you all staring at your blond curls
and I fucked in the mouth gardens and folk festivals
Ruff drank one fell asleep on the couch in front of Vidic

and now I do not understand what you celebrate May 9
no machines in the hands of only a fig in the pocket
I would come to the grave of his grandfather to say you lost
but do not know the way to it, I have not been there even once

it seems it's not my life simple
it's not my friends family parents
and these strange people in taxis
Broken exhausted and ugly
Service stuffed and evening drinking
Forecast throw a stick or throw
amazing day is getting to dusk
I had to share their fate

I once clung to his grandfather's medal nightie
nice heavy saved from childhood nightmares
I wanted to be an honorable man greedily
War is not necessary in the world but I would have to become a firefighter

but my grandfather died and my dad was a frail clerk
I looked at him at breakfast and he hated with all his heart
Why are not you a special agent is not karate or cyborg
why not throw me into the sea so that I became a man

and the flame extinguished in my soul cold reason coward
I sat in a corner for hours parents thought I was crazy
creative circles or section no fond
until the neighbors once did not give a video game console

I first took a stick in his hands, and life has changed
all the rest of it through the power of the living
School routine communication teacher familiar friends
and only playing alone became a hero

I like a sailor Popeye spinach absorbed instead of oatmeal
I ran home from school as Donatello waving a stick
He lobbed at the entrance of robots and broke on the fly
jumping on their feet as the lion king was hiding in the woods

who I want to be when I grow up asking Mom
but to talk to me and not her enemy program
who I want to be a year and after five repeated question
to get away from the answer I run teleportator

transported back across the left are rags and beard
and an eternity later, I am going back a sense of fear and hunger
good hands pulled the plate but it is not my mother
I have something to say but the voice comes to nurses

it seems it's not my life simple
it's not my friends family parents
and these strange people in taxis
Broken exhausted and ugly
Service stuffed and evening drinking
Forecast throw a stick or throw
amazing day is getting to dusk
I had to share their fate