Текст песни Хоспис - Мы проспали конец света

We slept through the end of the world
On this does not tell the newspapers
Well, maybe talk
But the news certainly did not show

Each! Everyone wakes up with the idea
What the world - a rat to die
In the sewers of negligence
The open arms of tenderness Maniac

The echoes of the disaster in column 6 inches
Vseravno that nekrolok death mankind
Did not you hear? You did not hear?
Sadness and melancholy breathe ...

It is time that everyone will lose something valuable
Drgua, sister, mother, myself and the rule unchanged
Do you want to pay for the iron
But the apocalypse in the pocket of your trousers
Are you going home
And with every breath fills the world with longing
You're on lunch
Do you think that you can not live differently
You're in a couch
Fainted drunk
You're in a movie
You wait when it ends it
The whole world is not nice to you
You'd love it propyl
Exchanged to the nearest bank
In dollars, euro or RON brand
I would spend on prostitutes
I understand there is arranged so
When we arrived on the planet
In the program we have laid
What Love is the strongest in this world
But the virus of lies and deceit
We are prepared to feed while we are still children
And when it comes time to talk about us in the newspaper
All in the same paper in column 6 inches
And no, we do not get out of there.

We slept through the end of the world
Already hit the headlines
But personally I do not read it like any other
I skomkivayu and wipe her soul zadrochennuyu

I know for sure
In the world of the air slipped something
Something is killing jitteriness joy and happiness
Something is killing Harmony - love and passion
With what will cut off the eyelids of our blind dush
And forced to watch as this miserable world
I'll go in the shower

Do not wash for 3 hours

In reality I smell terrible
The trip home, going to the intsitut
Absorption blnchikov in pancake
The smell of fume, mediocre pustostoy
Is such a plan was on me in the world?
Embittered, alone in his cell experiences
Lack of initiative, pathetic and without fantasies

Or maybe there is another world?
And there are good people,
The planet earth is the toilet
Where does the abortion victim

And we're all losers
Every day that sacrifice depression anguish and despair

We are in a basket on a computer
We are old songs
We have failed poems
We are here. We are all together
We have forgotten the program
We ragged ribbon panorama
We shameful photos
We are in contact positions
We are each in a few bytes

You feel like you matter in the air
Yes, you feel like at your veins takes it
And it turns you into the paint for Bosch's paintings
And pulls to the bottom
There is no place where dreams
At the cemetery of forgotten ideas
You're the place where
Send from there in the newspaper column
The Obituary column or razvlekalovka week

We slept through the apocalypse
It began long ago with your coffee or
my trip to the shower
And he turned us into the second volume of Dead Souls.