Текст песни найтивыход - к тебе всё рано или поздно вернётся

to you all sooner or later it will come back:
pseudo-philosophers of your mouth -
it is the inevitable end of all things.
it is unlikely I will try again to taste
wind and waves on the water
of cool summer
and that before seemed preposterous,
children's fantasy sick secret
now he is seen with a smile.
we did not know before and the bit of the future,
and now I am teaching history by heart.
accident-prone and sick,
each parish say goodbye to the world.
vpihivaya absurd factors in your dolboebizm.
For once walked with you to the risk,
now the apartments.
and you have to finish Hennessey yes rum.
or a pint of beer but pizza, so more tasty.
spend a night for movies and books
thread and a crosslinking ratio of bygone days,
people that suddenly became indifferent
forget the parks, streets, river ships.
and I was suddenly writing
"I miss the war between the layers of the population."
I wrote "there is no God", and everything to the end.
and it is unlikely we will dazzle diamond thoughts amethyst
who found repose at the bottom.
I spёksya and my soul is pure.
not worth it to me to look and a clean sheet
To record a few thoughts.
the furnace and reading of the poem,
I was so tired that it would be better to die.
I ask you, do you take me back
to the memory of days gone by
from dusk to dawn, not to burn.
the only way out -
slowly sink into a vat of sulfuric acid
veiled old age.
your nerves will remain numb
the cold or melt under the heat
or on the outside of the brain.
old things long forgotten,
all thoughts are torn to shreds
future efforts faceless mannequins,
simple shapes cut out,
and cinemas can only cry
the last seats.
you remember me about the first days
and the lights in your window shrapnel burst forth
September.
and my thoughts.