Текст песни макулатура - променад

[Verse 1: Speransky]
Want to take a photo with me?
I'm a plywood figure at the car wash
The gate is closing
Foremen, workers are leaving
I am left alone
The avenue is lost in the night
Is it all a dream or am I sentenced
Freeze here until my term expires?
If you need an autograph
I'm a tattered message board
At the waiting for demolition Khrushchev
Where are the hydrangeas on the old furniture?
You can't hug me
I am the night with soft moans and fingers like spears
What the heart is looking for under the shirt
Soaked after the rave
Port wine stains
On the walls of the mug presented in honor of the anniversary
I am the rails on which the tired skinwalker walks
Hand not finding someone else's bookmark
Everything is shrouded in cold melancholy
Cold morning
I am an angry poster in the summer rain
The OMON stylus will cross out the author's face
The arrest counter will remind you again who is the ice
But no one will slip on it, no one will fall
You won't fit in bed with me in the emergency room
Iron mesh hangs down to the floor
Lonely - grief
And health does not allow sharing yourself with someone.
Only nightmares come and we make up stories
I would rather fuck with insomnia or bleed, but
There is only a mattress and silent bookshelves
I'm just a scream with no gender, age, face or shape
You won't hear me even if you put speakers in your ears

[Chorus: LSP]
Your indifference is my straitjacket
And under my skin, and under my skin they send a flock of dolphins
And I kind of listen to them (and fly away)
But I don't care anymore
Where everything is not so important
It's not that bad

[Verse 2: Alekhin]
To live means to make the right choice: durka or brothel
Switching the lever to vanity, despondency and lust overcoming
I keep your image in my head like a fig in my pocket, secretly from the doctors
Building a new home to replace the old one that burned down
I know you will undo all my songs with one click
For you, me and our past are just a symptom
The length of separation is measured with steps in the hospital room
On our common dreams, as I look from another planet
I open each new door like a portal to another world
I am looking for a fulcrum, learning to reconnect with people
With an effort of will I do not allow myself to see monsters instead of all of them
Wake up from forgotten dreams and create for yourself uniform lights
Dosage of olanzapine and valdoxan, chlorpromazine at night
Helps to believe that everyone is replaceable
A new day will hit the liver and wring his hands behind his back like a cop
Killing the brain, crushing the past into meaningless fragments
This room never had us - it was a dream
Seen in a manic stage. We don't know each other again
We never walked these streets - it was delusional
Soon it will lose its shape like childhood memories
While I'm cleaning the dishes, I go out to the city of nightmares
Inhaling cold air and visions of an inflamed brain burning
Crushing pills with the steps of the evening promenade
You are absent. There is only distance between the two walls of the chamber

[Chorus: LSP]
Your indifference is my straitjacket
And under my skin, and under my skin they send a flock of dolphins
And I kind of listen to them (and fly away)
But I don't care anymore
Where everything is not so important
It's not that bad