Текст песни трёп - надежда

On the porch next to AutoCAD
 I am a budding,
 Needing beat feet
 And tear of clothing.
 Needy suffer,
 what they do?
 How can I get hope
 Not to spoil the body of a century,
 It bears benzene and food scraps,
 decaying worm
 persuade nations
 of individuals
 Asked to go to a separate room.
 Let them try to become compressed through our corridors
 At the light on (the expanse of the trench with vazemnoy?)
 Luck prosrat you had everything
 Who will come in two weeks -
 They will be given a pager painted.

 A week later, he lost in the maze,
 Where at every turn
 I, like cockroaches,
 Prepared for the trap,
 I do not feel more joy
 For the fact that life -
 Such a complex and scary toy.
 Hope flickered in me,
 But it was a little confused.
 Jet walls and snaked lights
 From a mental and emotional intensity.

 By the end of Saturday
 Prezik seven numbers caught up with me,
 Squirt in a sports jacket
 and naykovskih pants.
 I had no idea
 His deeds and his boys.
 I remembered only the ringing of glass and
 Graffiti in three colors about cybersex.
 In the minds of continued mutneyuschem
 Smile this fuckin
 Sports cake

 I interrupted without trauma
 And I climbed through the hatch,
 Flashbacks for the umpteenth time -
 The same bug:
 A large rat with the muzzle of a mosquito
 Drains someone's juice
 Hope not, she thinks - I have a piece of it!

 Waking up earlier than dawn,
 Once again, I walked to the porch,
 I was dressed almost like Aphex Twin,
 Everything else has erased the memory.

 Reset-reset-reset-reset.
 Memory.