Текст песни ЭйБи - 04. лангольеры

(still the same song)
A limited set of tools is not possible.
All plans and hopes - went along with her in the ass
And don't push me under the spotlights
Another victim of them will fill the glass with poison.
Living and thinking beyond our means
I came to be a yawn just to make a start
race of ambition and boiling
The spell casts flames
I do not need to convey words to everyone
I read into the void because in the hall not one was waiting
Untoldness eats those to whom you give talent
Plus, bliss and barking, from carriers of shit in pants.
Even with myself, I felt uncomfortable
We are waiting in the cold corridor when they call us
It’s not a musician anymore, but a specialist on bribes.
Girlfriends at night see the end as squealing ...

This is not even a topic for complaints,
Not a reason to discuss beer.
What I ran on continued
And already almost won ..

Always then in the midst of charred hearts smolder.
We did not like incense - he lied so much, left weak
And left us to watch death from within
Spring did not bring liberation to us -
This is no longer strange. To the last station, to the last cliffs
The spark gave constancy and sweetness of sleep.
Need to resist, let everything settle
Clarity left the dust. She left - as if I removed a stone
Always on the brink when there is no good - it hurts.
For the sake of light, stop scaring us with doctors. In this truth
The good uncle bartender will pour me a glass
Instead of a dream - a disease, porches - instead of overpasses.
My orchestra is the whole world. Hundreds of notes - hundreds for the heart of blades.
Everything rushes, everything flows, hundreds of kings and hundreds of suns.
It all started! Come on some of our spices, Crazy
"Darling, everything will work out, we’ll tear down together - it's a dream
Our connection is like a teleport, contrary to the falls and loss of supports
After all, fate will bore us?
But the langoliers so wanted food, where now this sorrow
Their speed is growing - it remains to rely on chance.

This is not even a topic for complaints,
Not a reason to discuss beer.
What I ran on continued
And already almost won ..

(Quietly): Let the langoleurs destroy your yesterday! (8 times)