Текст песни blankzero - на отшибе неверляндии

changed the Soviet dumplings
to the coffee shop closer to the center.
silently smoke and drink Americano
with dead presidents.
of course it won't change much,
but give me m-16,
to shoot Zemfira
and a group of spleen on Monday.
you walked so impressively through the roots,
in revenge I will walk through the veins
awkwardly, with a pointed object.
This disheveled hair is a scam.
I'm somewhere on the outskirts of nonland.
there on an empty gray calm day
will never know my earthly sorrow
unevenly folded human firmament.
shit, weirdly lonely paranoid
keep balance by a nervous tree
without branches, ornament on the wallpaper
fight in hysterics, without a doctor
the ship is sinking, half an hour!
she will not come, don’t pass the sos,
we are in a sector of absolute solitude.
alas, in a storm, no one will see tears.
I want to look again before I die
through the dreary prism of resentment,
how flowers bloom outside the city,
in spite of the cold and morning frost.
the last forget-me-not under the green sky,
a flower growing under the slogan "not".
at that very moment, you understand
that there is no space - there is only ash. [x3]