Текст песни Post Haze - В кредит

When the guts in the stomach curl like Tatlin's tower
And all that I amassed I accumulated, there was only a stifled cough
Cheap pate smeared the sky over my straight quarter
Lenders will hand out a piece of paper that tomorrow has already arrived

When every fucking day is like the eighteenth Brumaire
Soon the calendar and plans of friends will turn over to build a career
Uncompromising happiness in zero percent installments
Everyday life and black dawn will start again like Paul Celan's

And roll into the distance indifferently my consumer basket
Drooling, dragging people, I scam you judges
Empty electric trains at the junction will tie iron loops
Forgotten by degrees, and with traces on the jacket from cigarette ash

Falling asleep on credit
Dying on credit
Waking up on credit
And now at the entrance with a broken lamp I stand for the time being completely alone

I dream to quickly wrap myself in the blind intestine of the blanket
Sleep off and step wide on cramped living conditions
Leaping back and forth and plummeting into debt holes
Rusty tap water as tears post russia in agony

The exchange rates of my feelings will depreciate and everything is sold and you
With a smile for a million and fucking at ten percent per annum
Calculate all finances, changing apartments, moving, but suddenly circumstances dictate their own rules and beat on the sly from the left

Humpbacked bags crowd obediently in the queues of banks
For a daw in a piece of paper, for a map, a pincode, overturned plans
And while the sky burns a little brighter than a cricket lighter
I am in these clogged shacks of the industrial zone with a sick and desperate cry