Текст песни макулатура - газданов

jumping through the turnstiles feel like getting old
It’s more and more difficult for me to live on a hundred rubles a week
time is running out faster and faster need a story
beautiful woman and something like a hero

other categories i don't read magazines
I don't go to cinemas I hide my hands in a restaurant
your name is like a train to another reality
nothing that i'm a beggar and you've been a vegetarian for a long time?

stop me on * bali the loudspeaker is broadcasting
the glamor will disappear while I go for things
science and life have proven it for sure
give a hundred out of a hundred that you will jump off soon

alone, I kept to style
I will spend all my strength on one message
you took my hand and it became clearer
in contrast, who was born a plebeian

I turn life into a dream of you as gazdanov
snuggle up and wait when the fuck comes to us
if there is doubt in your eyes
this means my time is running out

I will write the last kiss in the tags "I x * d"
I will declare these songs greasy I will fall asleep
forbade himself to lie but abandoned self-deception
you are not sure of me we are served juice in glasses

life invades the restaurant window shamelessly
machines continue to function
what does the air smell like? if there is no further love
humanity must perish must perish

we will all die smoothly in our own routine
spiders get entangled in their own web
my gloomy hymns will sound on the dead streets
humanity must die if I am alone

for some reason I tuck my pants following a stupid fashion
but I can't stand in front of the mirror for longer than a second
dream of being an elephant man with a bag on his head
to deliver your heart instead of food to your house

I'm sure I'm alive, the rest I don't know
Immanuel Kant advises to eat g * clearly in such cases
why do I leave home why do I spend and buy
the worst thing at this time is to see your own face

if a man with a camera was following me
I would somehow get used to myself and maybe even
I would live to the fullest like a hero * of a buchey series
like skippers or barviha or something more nasty

would be bolder would attack everyone like a harmony
coraine film director mr loneliness stuck
would be on some fucking dope without pale
did self-suction register me in the closet

suffering does not exist because everyone suffers
to laughter at the concert of Mikhail Zadornov
I bring my sad heart in a package of five
you're not here maxim bitter it is made of porralon

I don't know which is worse to be with me or to go to the club
maybe you can find some artist there
I'll break into his house cheaply I'll be drunk and kill him
two of you in one shot and life will kind of take on meaning

instead of love, I decide where to go and what to buy
close in a closet try to give up life
what's on tv if again the series barvikha
humanity must perish must perish

we will all smoothly die of our own in routine matters
spiders get entangled in their own web
dull hymns will sound on the dead streets
humanity must perish and I am with him