Текст песни vergeblichesdasein - проспект

expect your taxi
on the side of the avenue

damp with cold frost
drunk worse than drunk alcohol
intoxicating in a good way. dope head. nice so cures.

i fell in love tonight

I felt the scent
the cold helps me breathe

runny nose constantly hides the subtleties and tastes of the women's toilet

I will not say that I was pleased with the company of the woman that evening.
because she dragged me to my being hours and prevented me from having fun.
and not home to her. but just home.
I don’t have anything at all and I don’t pull. Even for blue. maybe it's all her brightly colored pink hair.

lanterns cut the fog

warm steam is constantly coming from the mouth
it is somewhat similar to the one that cut lamps
by this we seemed to merge with nature. I always feel part of this mother. when I release warm steam.

how fresh and how nice

I could smell this avenue
we were left face to face
I did not interfere with the history of drinking companions

the trees were kind. they are always kind to me.
but this night it manifested itself as being excessively especially.
as a sensation of aroma in the cold.

i would like to stay there forever
I would like to become this tree
its thin branches
showered leaves
and slowly come to life in spring
take and fly birds
it seems nothing special.
but sometimes it seems that the tree is more beneficial than the almighty man.
it just performs its function
worth it grows. until it is cut down or it falls on its own.
I can’t talk about whether it’s difficult for him or not. I was not in his place.

once I felt something similar.
but then the physical state took away the euphoria of the mind.
I dare to suggest that they are still easy and very fresh.
it's easy for them to breathe.
they are also the mechanism of oxygen creation.
just think how fresh it is inside when you are a tree
there is no reason to choke and starve.
suffer from these immeasurable numbers of cars and their harmful gases.
I want a bunch of fresh oxygen inside myself. I want to become oxygen.
The avenue was fresh.
when I got in a taxi. which, fortunately or to grief
all the same, it arrived after an hour or maybe less. or maybe more. it was by two or three o’clock.
but I wouldn’t have felt and wished to arrive earlier.
I did not understand and did not catch a beautiful moment in the cutting fog from the light of lamp lamps ..

the car was stuffy and rocked.

stopped loving **** urchin with drivers.
how many such fools they see per shift.
the music was kind of familiar from the receiver.
whether spleen or some kind of shot. I don’t remember exactly.
but if I were there I would remember. remembered for sure.
I hummed

but in a strange house is bad. better of course than without a home at all in this you believe me.
but still.

not little and not much. I was there. on the avenue in the fresh air.
just in moderation.
in such a measure. to think and write about it now.
to the extent that I want to return. and repeat.
air cools the flesh