Текст песни макулатура - отцы и дети

while the president leads tired finger on iPads
Russian mothers babies in the garbage chute fall
I think over the years shaved off his hair skolnyas
life will pass quickly but the story I do not know

or I wanted too much or the wrong vector
chose to apply force in an attempt to be a man
socially active and honest going to live not by lies
it was a mistake people disappear unnoticed

the days go by, one after another and then stop
not save the alcohol literature or sports section
die and dreams of leaving a feeling of post-masturbation
and you are left alone with a pension in anticipation of death

but if I could choose themselves what would be Ivan Turgenev
gentleman with a cane and a cozy small gray beard
would feed his flock like brainless aquarium fish
his books about the love of nature and schoolgirl

I would be praised in the Soviet Union, fathers and children
recommended to readers in public libraries
my books would underlay under the TV or legs
tables which would stand the dusty mirror

but I missed was born a look in the reflection
portrait of the writer sleek and crying softly
falling asleep on the carriageway and Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev
smiling in my sleep when I was hit by a car life

I hear the noise of the time help elbows pushing
women and children in the system Turgenev
to the lifeboat where quiet success or oblivion
I solution in time noise
I hear the noise of the time help elbows pushing
women and children in the system Turgenev
to the lifeboat where quiet success or oblivion
I solution in time noise

Khodorkovsky will be released when he is no longer the teeth
hipsters grow old and call the names of my children
LJ posts I'll grow a beard like Leo Tolstoy
the sick and the lame will teach life lay the foundations

and the soul is full of longing for a political career
needed at school starts to develop in this area
be an activist sneak by a fag with a strategy
idiots and parents were told to believe in moral principles

do not try to enter into transactions with their own conscience
in my life was a law that should lead to good people
one looks at his own hands at the time taste naebalova
permanent feeling like the hero of the story & quot; after the ball & quot;

lie to read good books and heroic grandchildren
teaching them to listen to the heart that is doomed to eternal damnation
learn to love to believe in good people to be compassionate to animals
I was taught to ruin my life forever

And all the people whore and you told me not
and frustration like a broken record shakes his forehead sedoe
back to childhood dad mom I'd rather believe in evil
scream and ssus pants world around me I've been chief

I dream of the old tyrant himself prime minister president
degrading officials in seven-story suburban residence
I push them petrodollars for the panty elastic
from these attractions for a second before his death rises

I hear the noise of the time help elbows pushing
women and children in the system Turgenev
to the lifeboat where quiet success or oblivion
I solution in time noise
I hear the noise of the time help elbows pushing
women and children in the system Turgenev
to the lifeboat where quiet success or oblivion
I solution in time noise