Текст песни мц выкупаев х мц коммон - разговор со стеной

Life as a small boat
Only instead of the water surface
We have to dissect
the abyss of failure and loss embrace false
life as a console
but instead of the joystick you will lasso
where you have to play Adam's apple
and as a result a black screen instead of the inscriptions Game Over
unwittingly
I spend a parallel between the coat and the coffin
Here is my last foxtrot
burn construction fire
in the shower there was a split with Brodsky
and now I'm out of the room barefoot
Bosco shards on the floor
killed outside the sun splinters
I killed
their ambitions
dreams and a glass of whiskey
by The Big Lebowski
Do not be afraid
I read in a note
that he wrote thirty minutes ago
and already I bring to the west
because the east
no longer is the wild delight
after the reading of books
and of being a have Matsuo Monroe
I'm sorry I did not learn to die under the crazy laughter
and I found Vic, bought eternal cold
and fuck

I permeated
and tired of wandering in the apartment
overlooking drooping
I sit down at the shabby blog

19 40:
the sun disappeared behind the horizon,
time included reverse.
18 40 - it will be time for the board.
17 40:
shuffling on the pavement, not sparing the shoe,
and how Assol - looking east
waiting for the Dutchman.
16 40 - a bad time to say goodbye,
but it is good to close the door on the latch.
15 40 - do not leave the room,
not leave his exclusion zone.
40. 14 while spinning ferris wheel,
but in the wrong direction.
13 40: I sit down at the table.
on a sheet table,
on a leaf - someone painted.
12 40 I say to myself, "Wait a minute"
but there is no stopping.
11 40. I understand: silence - gold,
but whether it is yourself?
40. 10 it is clear that is.
9 40. The understanding comes with experience.
8 40. This is not a quarrel with himself,
it - dirty linen in public,
7 40. I believe: all will soon be in abundance.
6 40. I do not believe. perhaps it was a dream.
5 40: outside the window
uhayut owls.
I'm happy - both gave no mustache.
40. 4 hours away blurred and chapels.
3 40. watchmakers puffed as nozzles,
the wind carries tart flavor cigarettes.
2 40. The truth is - it's just ...
40 hour ... nothing.
23 40. The life - not so much theater,
as the ability to change the face.
22 40. Again
tightened conversation
with the wall.
21 40. The radio crackles, howling Kobzon,
but I like another Joseph.
I catch myself a lasso.
20 40. The rope is identical with the band.
I throw a glance out the window,
moving the cursor.
19 40:
the sun disappeared behind the horizon.
time included reverse.
18 40 - ...