Текст песни макулатура - пролог

prologue

endless evening ikea chair living empire
behind an open window, closing his eyelids, watches the repetitions
lives like a thousand open tabs with casters
and she doesn't care about your meeting tomorrow or the final episode

to which the subtitles have not yet been translated, she has long been hunched over
in a black mantle like death from a caricature and buried under the rubble
bodies that are treading on their axis, tell it in privet
friend about your parting, write to the prison what you want

understand yourself and you need to find out what will happen next with Jon Snow
you heard something about hunger strikes in colonies but colds don't really work
to finish reading a letter tolokonnikova snow flies through the window of space
do not go for a walk if the weather is not happy look at a discount give a nice sweatshirt

quiet empire watery heavy belly stale skin groans
you can barely hear how the lost pensioner on the tram traveling from the market remind
when you stop at the house as it was in her youth
only the great dead know through the playlist in gorky park

not to hear their whisper, everyone has business and she has not one
no longer keep yourself in the shape of the railroad rails with fragile scotch tape
barely hold and if you press the pedal in the push of the train you can see her belly
for which they went to be shot or hard labor, the heroes look funny

in a suitcase louis vuitton hidden the belt of the virgin the cheeks of officials
Stuffed with cheap Kremlin lunch, golden pistols roll out of their butts
blizzard and concrete your spiritual braces time to invent your personal ethics
here you are alone against everyone and there is no more common past

path to the train to the stairs to the elevator from castle to castle from cell to cell
in the picture of the world there is a dotted line from new buildings to ruins
corporate paddy wagons are taken to a new hard labor on a new day
things details signs and symbols collect as fragments of the tower of Babel

path to the staircase to the elevator from castle to castle from cell to cell
the state of plastic cards did not come to replace the country of savings books
tablets and gadgets do not cook like a turnip rind found
in a heap of slops and sewage frozen in the backyard of the barrack

you close your eyes and see how the cigarette butts float in the sea nines of the baltic
small ships kon-tiki continents from shit wrapped in candy wrappers
in a stuffy kitchen echoes of a frenzy The universe is reclining on a stained tablecloth
outside the window in the frost the last sounds of despair or joy are ringing

early traffic light prologue to new life old to hell
get out of bed it's time to serve visitors to start the units
roll eggs in underpants or cotton pants far beyond the Moscow Ring Road
fiber optic was carried out long ago, but to be understood here it is necessary to add nah

to each phrase like a broken tram car pulls behind a working tram
underground water freezes in pipes information in wires gets stuck
blood clots make it difficult to match two simple thoughts the cerebral cortex dries up
but dna still remembers the queue and vodka coupons the spot on Gorbachev's bald head

shoots of consciousness sprouted to the songs and dances of Yeltsin, the baby drunk
on absentee couples, there was a clue to what Olshansky writes on Facebook
I would like to go to high school again, but you need to hold on to the workplace
the mythical pension supplement grows due to seniority

there is no need to improve the skill level, the main thing is not to pay attention
how huge spiders saw the workshop in which you wield levers
machines eat up tired workers like a prince of persia running for an envelope with money
on TV screens to the presenter of the live broadcast, an air wafer flies into the mouth

jump home on the fragments of the ice-country in a dream you will see yourself as a partisan
dig out a jersey with Marshal Zhukov, you must wear it
lonely stall frozen cigarette can marked suffering
the urban collective unconscious will help you forget about your future

path to the staircase to the elevator from castle to castle from cell to cell
blows the rope on the belt tighter with the wind