Текст песни Рубикон - Дурь Волгаря - Постсоветский Блюз

Something scared me, something dreary
Yes, and letters for a long time I do not send
I go out into the yard, I - sutulenny
And then the girls got drunk, sing songs
But something ... something ... something wrong
Heading to the well to drink some water
I hear: "Hey ... hey, you fool, what do you
All do not like to live? "
And to live well, just my fault ...
Yes, but when am I allowed to live?
And I have all, I am all of the patches
And damn can not see, so I want to howl

And I'm laughing through my tears, they say I do not have time
A night suffocating - can not breathe
And I'm not scared nothing, and even death
After all, if you do not live, so do not die
And I would not be deceived, but do not be offended
Do not tear the shirt from depression
And I will go to the place where cut down the gallows
And still be allowed. Log cabin that fit on the block

And in the morning will write the story of the traitor
But how snowed-white white
As it lay on sleeping beauty
It has been successfully held shooting
And here I am usually not dopel - no luck
And he did not finish - Broken strings
And if you did not live - so it took time
String become depraved, ssuchilas - that's ... that's a loop

And I'm in the land of the great inspirations
I'm surrounded by young maidens of the Muses
Flows optimistic song
I heard you - the post-Soviet blues