Текст песни ночные грузчики - начистоту

in October I wanted to leave the wife of a saint and great woman
confessed his love to a youngster on the doorstep of the club Friday
it was fucking halloween monsters mummers were walking everywhere
someone sucked someone vomited at the bar devil laughed loudly
she said stupid sorry and went to a motel with another guy
and I called a taxi and on the way could not restrain myself asked the driver
why the fuck so it seemed to me he would understand me like no one else
and he answered something banal and wise surprising
I bought vodka in the night light I don't care about the laws
fell to his father who was already sleeping peacefully under the noise of a sports channel
woke him up in tears with a bubble and a jar of pickles
dad let's drink this life finished me
what did you want what did you expect my father told me after the first
ride to old age like on the Autobahn so that it is clean and smooth
roll your lip sonny pick up snot and save your nerves
further it will be even more fun and suddenly he also cried
and then he says you know if you're honestly not my son
your mother laid down for debts under the bandit before sailing off to the zone
the ninety-first was standing in the yard and my tears dried up
this bespectacled man was three years younger than me when he was left alone
on the wreckage of the country in deep debt and with someone else's child

now I will tell you the main thing sonny listen carefully
but you can not listen, because I'm the same fool only with gray
life is a woman and it's better not to even try to understand it
just love her while she is around but always be ready to leave
now I will tell you the main thing sonny listen carefully
but you can not listen, because I am the same fool only with gray
life is a woman and it's better not to even try to understand it
just love her while she is around but always be ready to leave

the wife was so far away that it was impossible to hug her or fuck her
she broke up with me and for some reason I burned my salary over the gas stove
I had to sit on a chair for fifty hours to think about life
for this I flew to another city on the way to my friends lost my things
I looked at a little man in the middle of a snowy field
in the picture hanging in the kitchen, losing my physicality, I just became music
lifeless memories of gutted fish swam into my face
and I asked myself if I was ready to go through hell to return to illusions
that there is a person with whom we read each other from cover to cover
became one kitchen was drowning in blood rot swarmed in the walls
I whispered that my wife is not my self-made myth but a part of an important God code
but all the vile fears and desires slime into me like time itself
then the endless cry of the newfound body, I woke up and went out for injections
cleaning the snow in the courtyard of the hospital during the day, father brought fruit and mineral water
every endless day I tried to forget her to remember in the morning
I had a player and a book that I could not read because of drugs
my father took me to the checkpoint and his words began to swirl in the frost
you know I'm glad to see you even like this and your illness is just garbage
in comparison with the gray longing of the everyday life of any normal
which you would have lived if in your youth you had not looked for your own let and listened to me

now i'll tell you the main thing son i know you think you're at the bottom
but the world always moves in the direction your mother called hell
you need to be able to love life to be able to hope but remember that there is nothing
except for the leg you have to raise for a new step
now i'll tell you the main thing son i know you think you're at the bottom
but the world always moves in the direction your mother called hell
you need to be able to love life to be able to hope but remember that there is nothing
except for the leg you are now raising for a new step