Текст песни Василий Гун - пузырь

not only one
Choppy, rotting musician
he is not a woman, but an insignificant broch
In my head, only bubbles from "Phanti"
Yes, and himself, too, like a bubble
Dulculate on him and soap splashes
was his attic always empty
Only in the fall straw a little covered
and did not let go to spring
Strong medicine at Andrei
And Platonov Taking Dreams
Having hung like socks on the battery
Shah consciousness of it
In the La Barol Minor lost
he also thought that still alive
but squatting the old age
he sang from fear
and nervously began to look for a guitar
the string broke and burst the nerve
And he fell absolutely old
Lonely and not needed anyone
He's hard breathe
every day carried him to the hill
surrounded by wooden walls