Текст песни coma dance - зажечь рассвет

hanging from the wagon platform, forgiving
Farewell, my summer, it is time we
it is time
admire the shares on the sofas Ikea
from the window
lock-hospital
not noticing as plaster drains
on the roofs of home
We will soon be dancing in a coma
on concrete slabs
apart.
and
when our children's portraits
will be younger than us at least twice
we'll give them a fight, defensively
kopeck alcohol volleys of armor-piercing
caught in the jaws of beds
I'm sorry, Mom, your son neurasthenic
you endure
you can endure, I know
until the radio sound hits Tender May
Attention
our train left for a brighter tomorrow
ass glue the seats to hard labor
the next day, leaving the haunted
do not expect
someone to be important.
fucked up in the neighborhood, in magazines and spleen Zemfira
broadcast live - fucking,
German troops, artillery fire behind the walls
at the door knocks childhood
father will find all the porn on the disks
and he says:
"Son, I'm disappointed."
He sits at the table,
upset cheap whiskey
a control shot in the head.
and will lie there in the kitchen untouched
taking stool for the throne
the windows willow color
blood-emetic
rot dropping a mangy crowns.
Blade embed our limbs
only one certain truth
fixedly
gulp drink vodka and Finnish
wrinkle,
writhing
do you remember the dawn of Finnish?
sparkling tablet personal life offline
barks screamo, dynamics
jamming
and you come,
until our toys
not yet frozen into asphalt
tightly.
photo in the album, where wilt gerbera
car premiere
presses favorite cat
trembling palms dancing to dubstep garage
snot smeared on the walls
in hysterics.
We will endure all will stand up to the last
heart is hidden deep
in jacket
when their own wake hear laughter
successful and well-fed bastards.
in a minibus for chanson sounds are born again
how else can happen
otherwise?
we crack down flag and, finally, learn
for which Mr. White
at the end
zahuyachili.
you just do not cry.

your heart is a trap for fools psychos lyrics and desperate cries
along the coast of the Finnish animal carcasses
incorporeal all the evidence
my diagnosis do not you tell that one day the sky will collapse to the ground
broken heart syndrome sick
and no matter what the heart of flint
one day you too will forget - a weapon license - it's my infantilism with a taste of vodka
put my dead body into the burning boat
to light the dawn of the Finnish
to you remembered
that you're so close
to leave an inscription on the headstone
"He was a good guy."