Текст песни Слепое окно - инволюция

You have left little
You lose on the part of every dawn
I'm afraid to think about it
But each new day beginning
You replace your layout
And instead you will soon be a fake
Telephone, internet , make-up
In your last night you go to bed
Finally , "You " will disappear ,
Sunset under the bed
And a black hole subbed die disappear
Maybe this already this spring or summer
I'm afraid to even think about it
Do not talk about it , do not talk about it
But remember that.

Poslevchera pozazavtra or no difference.
Shower, masturbation , cigarette , scrambled eggs
And since many years
In the morning I go to the " Today" from the inside of the refrigerator
For two or three minutes before the alarm cry .
Defrosts in its internal microwave ,
Starts to eat at the tram stop ,
Washed down with soda and eating a cigarette .
It does not matter where the end - with one or this one,
I 'll get home again , or pass by .
In any corner of any city
My loss is imperceptible
I eat that day and starving .
Basking you are bent against the cold.
There is no reason to continue the verse .
There is not a single reason not to interrupt it .