Текст песни Поника - стекло вата ножи

man is the sum viewed movies, read books
the amount of knowledge about the lives of friends and girlfriends
world around a vicious circle
Death and the amount eaten marshmallows,
overslept again
mental changes passed the threshold
eventually all villas and those far off,
and those who recognize in his lifetime the great
I had money, things, train, air time of the program
once this adventure end
once and for all remaining incomprehensible
walk the earth presses the mysterious spring
mer pulse on the arm and said they were smarter than the heavenly forces
or the forces of nature - call it what you want, any word
any kind of own or others'
a bit of everything internal clamp is always greater than the external
each the same road from the cradle to the idiocy of Brezhnev
to crutches and prostheses to the grandchildren tender
burden thinks you're leaving in eternity
and more precisely in the land of the coffin dead weight
boring humanity trying on armor
funny armored Tom Cruise and Sean Pen
director of reality umalishen probably
or all of an accident, covering the overall plan as the hood
as the sun hides stains
I was struck, when considering it like structure
where every aspect is forming part of the
which fit together all the signatures
where a convention in the head distinguishes the mountain of happiness
rather than something that occurs on a background of passion
fuck inside a prison
the land is in the museum of the universe abstract sculpture of shit
and the artist for a long time under a train hit, because, as the asshole was careless
and perhaps he himself liver alcohol solution
and his wife was burned in this wonderful evening
sentenced to the festive table in a warm oven and misty blue
my life is not even on the edge of the dance
it is as if cold fingers and leg weight-Horseshoe
longer click on the call for help button on your phone
from the earth to rise even to the final goes this opera
without any kind was the fulcrum or basis
or again the coffins rolled down two meters
of the gods of the pantheon of all go to the fucking roll to pezdam
at the same hour, and without you and without many bugs you have too many rats
It reflected in the pupils of my eyes while I'm head over heels roll down
I go any border without any visa
only vizin and mint I need and glass wool and knives