Текст песни вБЕНЗИНЕестьОБЛАКА - 7Семь

You have masterpieces of Soviet animation,
And you look at your blacks again
We spend time on Grimes and Earla.
Any new album is worse than the first.
Any new clip is dying to the height of the bar.
Brought by Monkey Beat sat down in gland.
Heal to the bottom in Mytishchi.
War in the canvas of landfills.
Changing the Triptych Bosch in the photo of the panorama of Boston.
As if I never wrote flat rhymes
And now I sparkled three sheets.
(he has not come out for your roasts)

77 ways to get out of the window
Cooking a cooled breakfast.
Pretending to be Venus in fur,
Verifying empty bottles,
Dirty floor and unevenly laid tiles.
Reality sharpens his teeth about your self-conceit.
Do not worry, boyfriend!
You at least do not look
How to say "cookies".

Reality seems continuous, but at any time
On temporary embankment, you can distinguish joints

People in essence are divided into two types:
Some buy plastic windows,
Others sell them.
In winter, fly south.
In summer, fall into the home comfort.
In memories as if not their childhood.
In the vile taste of paracetamol with green tea,
Fish fat with Puer's essays and misfortune buckwheat.
The mind capture odors.
And I as a budget version of Marseille Prut.
No not like this.
Like the most grazing and rusty loupe
10 meters belonging from the Earth
fly along the foggy trajectories,
as a Disney cat,
Waiting at the end of the path of hot fresh pie,
Which hostess "two huge legs"
(I have never seen her face)
Put cooled next to the window.
And my flight over the nest goes into the autopilot.