Текст песни вечернее чтение - что я здесь делаю

What am I doing here
With a flabby fly, I'll paint dirty glass
Without waiting for summer
Registered in this wrong spring
Go down the stairs with her
Praying for the end of the world where I ceased to be human
When I ran out of water in my filter at home, I could not draw it again
Ceased to be a human being upon obtaining a passport
When they began to be afraid to enter the offices
And behave modestly, the first to apologize during our quarrel, during the first retake, the first dismissal, the first sex
Doctor, lawyer and teacher die in smeared colors
Presidential elections are taking place without me
In the noise of the night with dawn
Everything will be the same
But only I will stop being human
Looking at the clothes with envy, sending them fuck
Feast at a feast
Hiding in the colors of the night
So that no one remembers me
She died and collapsed like a warm stone into icy water
And I survived only on the outskirts of a non-native city
Making my own bed out of your fingers
And the gentle voice of abandoned houses
Where mortality is high, higher than temperature
Those glasses rotted away
With our lips we touched so tenderly
People rotted inside
At the last goodbye
Those glasses rotted away
With our lips we touched so tenderly
People rotted inside at the last "goodbye"