Текст песни макулатура - осень

I am to sit in front of you
favorite actresses names listing
ladies casual invent names
passers-by in the subway that disappear

as the reins of the tired tyrants
suddenly I do not have time to wake up
I sit alone in the train on a bench
but the car is full of a number of empty seats

with me sit close can be
they know that I was plotting to sail
from Raska taking shitty fucking dream
Peter like a pig on a lonely tractor

who you damn your name on vkontaktike
can I come to listen to your record
but instead accidentally close a tab
and what am I doing here in reality or in a dream

it's not for nothing that Sartre puts on
Business people create characters themselves
and all my life I spend on empty
bench trains traveling on the ring

but maybe someday I peresyadu
for the most dreary line get up close
with the beauty of what you will not submit
We drive a couple of stations Pal's eye

come up to her destiny will cross with his
confuse all the lines of the Paris subway
while the dream is not shattered'll go somewhere
buy in transition or puff bun

so we try to go fighting over
River which ssym boredom carefree
not being afraid to step twice decrepit limbs
hat hide pants and believe again

so we sail fighting over
River which ssym boredom carefree
will not fall twice decrepit limbs
hat hide pants and believe again
as day turns into night
face grimaces during his maimed
lips trembling infirmity in old age
saliva dripping rain on the leaves of the liver-colored

rain washes me down the street
in the evening the city is dancing striptease
on a seat in the subway I cringed lamb
as you live in a Putin Raschke

go back to your wrinkled face
midnight in the bus read Ulysses
take booze and drink Police Hospital
much despair in every frictions

it does not creak bed is moaning
motherland smermatozoidy die
not finding the egg is I look at tomorrow
or is it shnyaga shoved into a wall outlet?

I embrace you fall asleep or panic
we are an elderly couple on a sinking Titanic
the porthole alcoholics beat their women
under their sounds quarter will fall into hell

Morning shave again wrinkled face
in traffic stupidly turning the pages fell asleep
and suddenly at that moment I was born cop
just as I dreamed of heading oppoztsiyu

in another dream a fed wife had an abortion
hold me, I do not want to work
lifetime we are kept hostage by narrow-minded people
fuck with unlimited possibilities

standing with one foot in the shit with the other leg
on a banana peel remember about it
and then about the spring of the leave and his alone
at any moment life can end

this river is inevitable blows our boats
provedenennye days together turning into autumn
and we have trees with twisted limbs
but as long as I believe in the love of humanity

Day turns into night
change of season to be picked in eternity
with all of my dreams and desires
we are no longer swim against the tide
that's the day turns into night
change of season by a dick I pick eternity
walking on wet leaves in the rain
Life is slow descent together