Текст песни макулатура - падение

I fell out of life as a person who interrupted reading
look out the window on sunday people suddenly froze
under gray sky so meaningless in the day off
I look at them from above and I want to jump from the balcony
and take the first passer by the sleeve to say
that loneliness is worse than any day together
even when we quarreled over money then
I went to work in St. Petersburg with a man like Chris Penn
the work fell through and I came back and suddenly you bought me an Olympic sweatshirt
on the last and suddenly I got a job working in PR
we first stopped counting pennies we first almost
littered with money paid the apartment went on vacation together
and how shy I was to speak English love you so much
that I want to bend from the balcony to meet the world and we
we join hands you are a successful engineer I'm some kind of crap from
creative class enter the long tunnel
and the pink biomass pours out at the exit; the yards drown in us
trees passers-by dogs and children apartments heaps of leaves to us
there is nothing more to worry and worry about, you and I
quarter hugged forever but distracting me some
rustle in the apartment peeled off wallpaper or water is dripping
as if all that i think is about to disappear forever.

Death doesn’t allow to pause I wanted to click on the stop
and come off for a second ride on old icarus off a cliff
down a lonely hare comparable to my weekday comparable
with every minute of life in the finale of this tedious film we
hanging over the abyss and nothing happens journey
resumes i stopped counting me no longer sick
in the cabin weigh photos of our first apartment I can
disassemble them by touch here is an old refrigerator with labels
from bananas books on the floor that we stole there was
even Johnny Depp's biography is the most common bridge and mine
the cigarette went out and my question went unanswered
the phone and all the money fell into the river then you found a job
and I’m another reason to die from you and happiness under the table
along with tom york loneliness cold stone interfering
speak absurd hand movements spoiled days lived
locked up without hope I hide from you like a crumb of bread
stuck in the buttons of a laptop and still want to get on white
light tell you that I exist that I refresh the page
I control myself and fasten a little bit, but here’s the bus
falls into the abyss again approaching noon fear reigns.