Текст песни Точный Промах - Вчера

Yesterday we drank
Without limits.
In wine stoked
Its chimeras.
The stronger stoked
The deeper drowning themselves.
And, it turns out that again
Themselves deceived.

So wanted to spread
Zanemevshie wings
Over by nature
Inflict violence.
However, it appeared
What makes me laugh
Just as hard
As the morning hangover.

Why all the progress
Modern science,
When you do not come up
Cure for boredom.
Boredom all bitches
Boredom all beeches,
Boredom quite
Give up.

With the favorite in separation
At night I can not sleep.
Sleep, die
Easier to twenty
Than thirty.
And one way out:
Hurry to get drunk.
But only get drunk -
Immediately pulls drown.

Yesterday I met God in the subway.
God said to me, so I bought a bucket.
"Wait for the Flood" - whispered to me by God.
Why bucket, I could not understand.

The other day at the club met Satan.
He was not in the mood, sad howl at the moon.
And I decided that I need to live on the moon.
But not on this, and at the wrong side.