Текст песни Газик Салахов - Депрессивная

No goal in life, no ruble in your pocket
I slaughter tired on the old sofa.
Each other is worse than stupid channels -
Saw to me salt on ribbon wounds
Free news, leaky boots,
Spray on shit flower scarlet.
Explodes the skull and presses on feelings
And it seems more for the brain he is small
Rustle in the bushes scraps soul claws
Which day lining with guests
Everyone thinks the same i am a cheerful eccentric
Did not notice right away that the attic goes
Tested the whole body from dreams little sense
In search of vodka climb on the shelf
And in the middle of the night, having fallen around the edge
I will think about how he is waiting for me.
Here is a new sun asked the mountains.
Satan raises high above the horns
me as a native and all that's new
It remains to express the last word
On the same day I will start a new cycle
From the chart to not falling again.
no goal in life, no ruble in your pocket
I slaughter tired on the old sofa