Текст песни Саша Прохоров - Жить где ни попади

Live where no hitting, sleep anywhere, so that you
They did not find me. Ah, took to the fate ..
Give me a try of artesian water
A friend of my last. And in the morning the dogs will descend.
Drink and hope for the end of the transient
Do not teach me any fate, nor enemies.
Catch toothless woman of free horses.
But still, as you are left alone.
Wind whore bitch, will spread the fire
In the house where I was fortunate to spend the night.
No, I'm not afraid. I will lie down and smoke.
The first flare mildew my head.
Black wasp sgryzut my last coat.
Late autumn. and the sky has shifted to the south ..
I do not care. And pressing his hands to his knees,
I'll wait for the November careless flies.
Lips lead marble licks tongue.
Chur me! Death - a fiction! Look! Under the castle!
No, I did not wait for the first boiling of dew.
Vaughn and Service - midnight there - and stopped.
Everything goes wrong .. Dreaming of some nonsense.
That garden, the elephants, the working-class quarter.
Or it does not dream .. Only music Chukchi
It provides peace of mind. Quiet, cool harp ..
Just not suffered a worm that gnawed my eyes.
It's probably a god or something like that ...
You, if you meet me, you can not learn.
And do not be sarcastic, do not entertain, spitting in Dogon.
Walls kicking, crawling through the grass box.
There is no one who would have a story to tell.
Wind whore bitch in my head.
Whoever you were - thank you opened my eyes ...