Текст песни pers. - тара

Bubbles gradually descend to the bottom of the bottle
Thoughts from a test tube appear in my head
The bubbles descended. One was replaced by another
They are like people. The bottles are empty. The container becomes. Change
To the full. And so in full. One by one. Like day after night
I don't want to pour into myself
But we have to. Something tells you what you need.
Pour. breathe. Go outside. Stand. Cool.
Just stand at your door.
In dirty sweatpants, sneakers, a shirt in a cage
Stand and watch. Facialize the look on the branches
At the lantern. On wires
Feel the snow on your skin. Cool.
At such moments you think that nothing else is needed.
But thirst. Sushnyak. Came back
Into the warmth. and opened the window for some reason
Opened the light bulb
To avoid an incident
Why light if there is sun in your head
There will be no answers if you don't ask questions.
How nice this cool air is now
How I Like To Live With A Drunken Brain
Lie on your bed-island
Stick to the ceiling-sky
Not really knowing why there is other furniture around
Why are there other people around
No one wakes up tomorrow morning
Tomorrow morning everything will be the same
Same everyday life, unimportant destinies
And there is nothing worthwhile. Only music
Books and movies.
Instead of powder wheels and syringes
Finding the basics from the basics
Finding a way out of the maze of dreams
On the brink. Derail the train
Destroy the fragile bridge between fiction and reality
While the smoke, liquid melancholy and sadness
Each person has their own load on their shoulders ..
Time to get rid of the trash in your pockets
It's time to get rid of vile thoughts. In bulk
Colors flicker. The seasons flit by
Cain's pride, Abel's feelings
Of course, the fake stone will be easier
It will be easier to get two points
FORWARD! A team is a team
Orders aren't negotiable, are they?
Orders are carried out by weak ones, right?
For one, it's all life, for the other, clownery
Under the funeral march, the lambada dance
Not only bad people hang out on the gallows
We all cook in the same porridge, but stir up different substances ...

The bubbles descended. One was replaced by another
They are like people. The bottle is empty. The container becomes. Change
to the full. And so in full. One by one. Like day after night
I don't want to pour into myself
but we have to.

Huddle in a corner
And scare people like a scarecrow
Imaginary personalities with imaginary poodles
Memories are crushing. You can remove them. Pistol and bullet
You can forget them. Alcohol and people
For a while. Then everything is new
Erase snotty poems about her so as not to prick
Why are they, if there is no sense. No reason.
There is a wire carrying letters from the keyboard to the monitor
First there was the word, then the emotional hunger
Big city made of cardboard.
Like a Truman show, nothing worthwhile
The illusion of presence
Before a complete absence
We are not too distinguishable from shellfish
We absorb all the trash
Various nonsense
Give some wisdom
To graze the sheep
There is a lot of joy in pills
From extreme to the other extreme
After all, time is running out
Opened my eyes, now the bed is a ship
Sea. Water. Open all taps
Climb onto the closet. To the top of the mast
Screaming tearing off the vocal cords
Dream. To be on land.
And wait. Salvation. Or misery.

The bubbles descended. One was replaced by another
They are like people. The bottle is empty. The container becomes. Change
to the full. And so in full. One by one. Like day after night
I don't want to pour into myself