Текст песни marker - даже голубей

infinitely want to go in the subway
fall into a state of lack of words, the lack of feelings and his own thoughts,
and the soul leave only what we breathe.
not everyone will, but each hears
in the abstract idea of ​​its own meaning.
and nothing more, but only personal.
The road is long - from the empty space to the individual.
and all the fucking in my fucking life is so dependent,
even less is not suggestive.
when the head of one, and the law is not clear.
but written bit line immediately with meaning
Product own rhymes and no cough excess
and zhidey to wheeze
we huliganchiki Tipo, moisten the wall quietly
I hope I will not touched dashing
because every day a casual laziness.
get older, kills Hashem.
room filled night cough.

his music will enchant even the pigeons
even pigeons
even pigeons
his music will enchant even the pigeons
even pigeons
even pigeons
his music will enchant even the pigeons
even pigeons
even pigeons
his music will enchant even the pigeons
even pigeons
even pigeons

in our lives a lot of hypocrisy, but this time the pita bread filled with minced meat.
Hachiko, fascists, and other stuff
fill the heart with joy allows only envy.
and strange as yet not poisoned that infernal mixture.
but there are those who fuck product
who writes minus through fruit.
those who fuck on quality, Russian marches and greed

gray mass, which fuck that's going around.
that the world disappears
Well, as we call them?