Текст песни макулатура - жан-поль петросян

today probably break the glass because the winter
look at the billboard in front of a blank window
and water dripping into the sink Whose apartment
and whose room it is a great night of another world

or end it all swallow me
leave a darkness instead of a new day
terrible night but just like the day
advertises lamp light night provokes people

bite your elbows in bed confused
sheets with someone else's skin, but they will not run away
because it must come the day shift
for the working man night terrible fear of death

she priplyashet to visit, and I wanted but could not
understand what it's all put on a new trench coat
Seller poisoned steak he sits and pukes
in the autumn-winter collection in store Topshop

PPP terrible night drunk kill comedy
absruda about the war, the metro is closed for repairs
priladit loop to have to find a hook
smooth ceiling above me advertises morgue

the night is cold and scary - so wrap up warmer
do not read the news this winter is no salvation
do not look for yourself, and if found - you are already a corpse
all sentences will die in a few minutes

protuhnet any thought at the time the statements
and the people down in the subway wearing paper masks
run there where there is no swine flu virus
leaving home, oral sex members and clits

but between you and me, you have cursed and killed
but I can not wait for the morning near the window open
honest freezing to death or wear a mask
or night street lantern pharmacy store Paterson

end of the world - is to remain the same
such as has not happened yet, and fight for your life
pretend not to hear the stench in the metro
you do not see advertising & quot; you're already dead & quot; all the walls

terrible night! - Zasun back to his ass
this suitcase existential shit
waive moral and social responsibility
bury me under the bottom step of the career ladder

Eugene Vaganovich Sartre go fuck if
you have no clear explanation for these actions
Why do people laid dynamite sticks in her mouth
disc circular saw cut open his stomach
proznali needle or rusty corkscrew head off
his throat stuffed a hot kachergu
climb trees have seized the poison clay
hybridomas were shot guns and sewing machines

Jean-Paul Petrosyan go to the pussy, if you do not know
answer why men and women are doing it
hug glowing fireplaces
cut off his head homemade guillotine
jumped in fused glass and vent
derived their insides knitting hooks
crucify himself on the cross and of life care
Passionate dreams only to wake up alive