Текст песни шведский пвх - изюм

I make cans, I can count your ribs
the first rib is the lambda core and inside the tunnel again someone yells that he was deceived
again his face was stolen and carried along the streets of all cities as if nothing had happened,
as if you yourself hadn’t been in anything, but just swam and suffered, and in the underwent gone
meet our mutual friend hunchback
the third rib is two brands of acid from the eighties,
I remember them, on one cosmonaut of the Savins,
on the second we jump into the window from the hostel,
we did not accept the common fund of this stupid flock
now the boat sways a little on the waves
and the fog covers my eyes
this is the most wonderful summer of ninety-seventh
while I was a fish and was able to draw all kinds of stones
I always thought that in the neighboring yard there is a nest where spiders live
and they will surely someday grab me
the girl lost the ball and cries says you are all fools
you are like pieces of garbage bags cats shut up you
you never take me to play and run away if I go out
you are the most stupid fools, and I will grow up and cut the hypocrite
and I’ll choose some garbage as my husband

the seventh rib makes me remember something bright and kind
but I can’t understand what exactly because all the names in the address book in that phone booth
we crossed out and then laughed for a long time, sat eating ice cream and spat on the pillar
as if there was some sense in that autumn evening, as if it were precisely him who could be imprinted on the vault of heaven
in the form of a good example from the textbook which I took from your backpack, it was nineteen years ago
and of all the stops, this one seemed reliable to me so that faith became stronger and the facade appeared more clearly
at home in which it’s very difficult to sleep at night, but from the square it’s wonderful to hear soldiers minting a step

I make cans, I can count your ribs
from the faces of the cube into which light penetrates through the curtains
excellent dispersion row can be added
and cook sprats for dinner
and I was very happy to put these old shorts on you again
through the kilotons of memes and banter I hear young hearts burning
and they really want to give this country coal and put it on its feet
you see how beautifully the east dawns
and we sail far, far away in this old rotten boat