Текст песни Никей - ПРАЗДНИКОВ ПРАЗДНИК

HOLIDAYS HOLIDAY
E A C Cb 3; 2-3-2-0
Like a horse tied to a feeder with dried hay,
I set up a nest that I will soon leave forever
And in general I am engaged in a variety of nonsense entirely
Pretending and even thinking myself that all this is saturated with meaning
And in fact, it doesn't matter what roads or stages you have passed,
How many seas have passed, been to which countries and rivers floundered,
How many cucumbers ate and what women have I tried:
Variety is illusory, everything is in essence and everything is the same.

If only now to quickly die without regrets, remorse,
Without pretensions to anyone, quietly, calmly, not vain.
Let them believe in anything, what they like to believe so much here
And meanings, gods, teach themselves beyond the grave ...
Leave the nest, tear thousands of ropes from the feeder.
It is not clear why and how it brought me into such a field.
Without knowing the holiday of Nothingness, you will not see the everyday life
Who and what can promise me something better, something more ?!
06.05.2017