Текст песни Врозлив Тошеч - Я и Ты

wow, the enemy would not want to know myself
here is a young girl, then a middle-aged woman lived a little
and huyaks who would have thought out of the blue gave an oak
I bow low to her memory this is a talent
never even met myself
only at the last moment seemed to sneeze
and I felt it like being alone with myself at all
tell me when you eat be deaf and dumb
Why are you fucked up because in a moment of silence I can meet myself inadvertently
I will not
to deal with oneself is better to blame others for vices
you can insult poke your fingers at the opposite sex with a pussy
I will do it especially persistently to avoid risk
meeting myself
and then suddenly I'm weak or too strong or homosexual or heterosexual
and if i'm a vegan really at heart
better guys be hit by a dozen cars at once
I go around the corner, wrinkle both hands in my pockets and I’m on you around the corner
oh you get off the demon I'm shying away from myself
I'm running home in my room to sit out
I hear the creak of the wrong door or the wrong heart
I don't need to get to know myself so much
I'd rather, for example, look at the monitor until I go nuts
around patricians and plebeians
dance in circles scratching in the groin blowing their nose in the sleeves
when I generally enjoyed life from the very fact of existence, I was frantically rejoicing
know thyself says Socrates yes you are ugly you have potato nose
uh no old fag you won't fool me with your admonitions
didn’t even write anything.
know thyself comes from the mouth of the Delphic oracle
Yes, why do I know myself, what do I do, what am I a follower
you know how much to do at home
and I come home from work and get tired
Do you at least understand what it is like to sell leggings to stupid girls two after two on your feet
would you be there a fucking shaman after the first change
know thyself says gautama buddha
uh no, you were even fucking go fuck yourself hikkan
went there for something in india hung out with ascetics savage
what books do i have?
or okay read a lot of books just to call others dumbass
I sit myself dangling my leg praying that the light will never be turned off again
but for some reason it becomes sad
I would have lost a piece of myself once upon a time and forgot how this could happen
I'm sitting in the twilight, I want to get drunk
and suddenly I feel a touch
it's me touching myself from the darkness, reaching out to hug me say everything is ok
some die without ever being born
bright memory to them from my sea of ​​compassion for creatures who died never and never been born