Текст песни скептический - парусник

I bury myself under the insanity
And glue sailboat from photos in the passport
Fragile carcass breaks about glaciers
Sneakers, Children's Boots and Girls Boots
My ship is a trash for graphomans
But not to describe it to emerge from "samizdat"
Brigantines Large Sweet His Skeleton for Dinner
Beaten with strules, storms and a volley from weapons
Worse, I am the captain of his remote
And my excitement rolls clothes from needles
On schedule without delays presses by sea
In each body compartment, awakening cold
I Am Immortal, but the paint bursts from the sailboat
And I thought that time was inconspicuous
Above him and despite all my efforts
He lives his last days in the harbor

And my sailboat will probably be extruded
And it will be held with the trap, proudly
He will not live to the first submissions
It looks like a struggle Don Quixote ...
And here it is happiness concluded in A4 format
Just it's a shame that it will die soon
And how the block will go everything in a circle again
Poetry of the corner and "Zudwa" Starkov

Tell me what they sing in love with tanks
Ruler Meaning the path from the deck to the advantage
My character "n" is depressed today and drunk
Sad captain, and life is cheaper than copper income
Weed grass closes a bundle before
Time rings, minute before falling
Seasons look at me with puppy eyes
Raise confessions from Salonok, I almost measurement
In a pair of touches shower razors
Second heroes catch solar hares from cameras
Pale hands with poverty pens
But to no avail, the result of this hysterical game
I braid my tongue in the sea knot
How the sailors were taught and maybe let me go back at night
Will raise above the ground where I cut the shoulders
Will return home where the answering machine is still silent