Текст песни Образ - Здравствуй город

tap water droplets change rhythm frequently
close the windows so as not to get cold.

hello city. I am eighteen and I count the days until death.
hello city. I'm nineteen and it looks like I'm immortal.
along the frames of the window corridors, I hear the branches that hit the wall
again we are not alone in a one-room apartment.
swearing, someone breaks the dishes
I do not hear anything, it seems immunity lets in a cold.
a smile did not bloom, only my heart ached a couple of times
and the light in the apartment went out sharply.
take your habits and line up in corners.
points on laminated maps of the world
forget building funny scenes, special turns of speech.
for a long time there was no such non-specificity;
a ton of my thoughts buried under the baseboard;
all kinds of bullshit and stories of paths not traveled.
I write pretending to be suffering from a breakup
ABOUT! It seems the pan flew into the wall!
it hurt like hell -
love you all these years.
to be honest, I still really, really you ...
hello city. I'm twenty-two. I think I died a long time ago.