Текст песни Бэмби - 2.Велосипед

This is the same bit that happens
when it charges in the eyes, when the giant falls asleep,
when the inveterate thug in the pillow lets tears
when type impudently cunts, and the interlocutor knows everything.
and kills your sleep like nightingale trills
when you lie in bed, he whistles in unison,
because he knows that everything is written with a nightingale pen
and I climb into the window, shouting to him, they say GANDON !!!
the earth is like the sun - I walk only in circles
and I don’t know why, but I’m glad and sick
and it’s as if I’ve drawn in “inspiration, muse”
as a fact, only the butor inhales - it is without a doubt trash
as if lines were born from the womb
in a world where anger is the lot of the lonely
like one in a silent alley
I hear the whisper of the record, not believing myself
and it would seem that everything, but suddenly the river will say:
touching your weight your soul is so light
white sheet - the canvas will show me my gift
all the same time flowed - this is self-deception
in the field near the house all the lines will fall.
I know their role - they ask everyone on time
I see crowds of people on a bottomless alley.
all that I thought was the whisper of trees!
now I see from afar all the options
do you see the stones and I see diamonds
Now I know all the subtleties of propaganda
I climb the pipes with Santa’s past agility
What are you doing, kid? are you really crazy
you hurt yourself to write this verse
and until the wind subsides - it comforts others
he will take us away from here in just a moment.
six hours on a bicycle the hoffman rides, rides, rides!
even now he is riding, waiting for the end, to dance on the tomb of your mind a little later!