Текст песни СоЯ - Одна Девочка

Music Rudolf Grigoryan

One girl sat and talked. To himself, biting his lips, dripping into a cup by mixing steam with cyanide. About myself cool. I write a line through which roughly. One girl ... with a straight face:
I demand that he has already started. Apocalypse and the other end of the world. End of the world. Such simple and slow-witted you are considered in the walls of the gaps, asking:
- Dear God, I want you to stay.
Quit smoking cigarettes (He sees something and of course all be counted, well, it's because you wanted to believe). Straightens the covers at night, looking at things. Under a different angle (that still do not have enough). I demand the termination of the monotone sunrise-sunset ugly world. In my mother's no additional slots for memory, more powerful video card or replace the processor. Spoon has combined layers incredibly suitable liquids in the walls of the enamel and seems to be the logo of some fast food from an old movie. And when we were both tired, we found that poplar fluff - it's not the first character and the last. What I suffocate in the air, your unborn heir looks at us reproachfully, stomping down the corridor, bypassed a mile away and tells you the probability. No. He did not say anything. While you wept bitterly, none of this happened and did not happen too me, and the apocalypse, and fainting at the counter.
- Dear God. Are you there, looking distracted. For this girl paid all neustoyki.Vyplakany eyed. Come on, dear God. Do not make me laugh. Hold the brakes. Let tomorrow.
Something will happen.