Текст песни ТОИТ и А. Вавилов - Каноническая скважина

Canonical well

Light poured from the canonical well.
The bottom line is an illusion. It was sunset.
I spoke about disbelief, and in response -
One continuous immortality for rent.

By the way, I soon got fed up with a lot,
Prudently repented in two sips,
The narcologist soldered me with cognac
For lack of milk in the clinic.

Then some kind of confession like a striptease,
And in the morning - a cube of abstraction. And the convoy.
Traffic lights loomed to me from top to bottom
And hearses were klaxoning from the roundabout.

Now, staring at the brand in the mirror,
I take silence for advice ...
After all, if you believe the philosophers, life is shit.
And according to geneticists, there is no death.

Measuring the level of eternity with an Adam's apple,
Once again I was playing the fool with the nurses.
The narcologist soldered me with milk
For lack of cognac in the clinic.

How irregular is the beat! How stormy!
How facial expressions are denied!
Here, if you made a mistake, then - pretend
That you were wrong on purpose. To end.

What is the bottom line? Immortality. For rent.
Light poured from the canonical well.
The bottom line is an illusion. It was sunset.
Wonderful are your works, O Lord. Or not.

© Alexander Vavilov