Текст песни омежский - я ждал чего-то большего

dinner for breakfast and packing of Prozac saves you from excitement
not to remain a musty parasite not to slide into conspiracy
sophistry for meat as statistics on fingers - fucking not clear
everything distant here is beautiful
on every roof Carlson every kid under a degree
fairy tales like Andersen
in Russian fashion
a bone crunch is heard from around the corner
life immediately on the pussy went whispering
but my traffic light hung on yellow
dick knows what he found there in the minds of the halls
as if everything was starring here at once
and in my pocket only a steward on the booze
and I’m not a schoolboy for a long time but I go all the time with a backpack
I don’t know your comfort zone
I never counted expenses in a notebook
and if I was lucky to return all these years
I would really try not to become such a freak
as it is now