Текст песни Юрий Наумов - Все это печальные сказки

So start
These sad tales
From morning arrogance
I fell, but still alive,
And bless these songs,
Born in the copper pipe
Fallen Alpha
Missing Beta
Gamma and quiet,
What lies in the box marked nondescript of slander
For those who were sitting on the tube

And the thing is,
What is color blind, and blind patients with glaucoma,
Not heeding the advice,
Empty Night at times in search of light,
Not knowing what it is
Hoped
Free ispytuya his hope -
The blow was chechetochno accurate.
They parted with the ground, separated by commas,
But everyone thought he was the point.
The last point

     I love
          you, but I hate
               poems!

And I write my lyrics -
What air dough,
But he came out lumpy pancake
Love, I hope we will be
Closer familiar
I do not find a place ...

Scarlet Sails,
Bloodied caravel
Kara and Vera ...
Death to infidels
In the name of saving the Holy Sepulcher
Give it a name
We are not animals, and faith -
The reason for the reversal?
I do not believe in this
Mama,
Why is full of the underworld?
Why is she so much weight?

In the meantime, wait for
Second Coming of the Son of God,
But who was to be Judas?
Three dozen worn coins -
it is the old rates!
Maybe someone will give and more
On the parched sheets
Gradually cool down
Anyone who has come again to you out of nowhere ...
Well, you are waiting for a miracle,
The incredible crush,
Enjoy the vision of pain,
Unprecedented pain ...

     Waiting for you,
          to tell you again
               the word & quot; like & quot ;!

With the mess in my head,
Similar
Fantasia Bosch
With faith in the heart and pain
Crazy saint of La Mancha
For diva on chahlenkom roan
Trot ...
Not finding Dulcinea del Toboso,
Give me your heart
Doucet from the Tobolsk
Do not be afraid,
Lead her across the Channel,
The sad and valiant knight ...

Vienna pricks us wind hairy
Look fetishists
Discharging clips
The favorite artists
Long live the new slaughter
Although the shooting range as old as the world.
Or the war ...
And we had a good dream about power
From sea to sea,
But Adam's apple in the morgue ...
Mom, I do not like still lifes
Let me wake up from a dream ...

After all, I had a dream,
What I write
The sad tale
And someone, my censor ...
No, not
Here's a picture has been replaced:
This is Gaius Julius Caesar
What a strange hosts
And I said the like:
About Caesar, listen, I - your Brutus,
And I will take away your life.
I wanted to know
Weight betrayal
Net and gross
And I realized that it is weightless.
Almost weightless ...

     LSU you
          that every day I love
               all strong ...

Apoplexy coming
Or the Apocalypse,
Soon everyone is incinerated,
But seychas I ask - let the last moment:
I'm afraid of being late
This summer, where lime color,
And the leaves do not fall
Burns letters ...
We shot in the scene,
Forever forget about the wings,
But they did not make us wait

So let melt Galaxy
In the dance of pregnant night
The milk of single mothers
Look at your breasts sucks
The two-week killer
Our mad love ...

Spineless,
Weak-willed,
Helpless ...
Help!
Remember shield
What we've hid it with you?
This strange life,
With hope,
With faith,
With love...-
This time, look-fistula ...

And so ends the
The sad tale,
But the arrogance of the morning
I got into the atmosphere
Peredvechernego fear
What is so huge,
But, fumed ...
And tired, I'm going to marry the girl
From the house opposite.
Why are you against,
Mom ?, - if there is no more strength to live like that and write
All these damn songs
All these sad tales ...