Текст песни Дубромашкин - Медведь наступил

I'm not a poet
but also I did not fucking useful
at the entrances to walk a couple of with the wind
admiring both windows restless flickering light
them people lead the conversation
about what is missing here and now
as if the meaning is able to come from the outside
but life does not pass without leaving a trace
but worth considering how you hear the ticking of the arrows
their course of quiet indifference-dimensional
all this in fact only an unequal battle with the times
Look behind for so many years
and we are waiting with you new in April
to be deceived by trusting
and the devil knows how to solve the puzzle
personally in my head I thought for a long time immobilized
crumpled torn burned three times
Sea dried up it makes no sense to wait for the tide
but I'm waiting for him just because I'm used
He drew on a sheet of paper two parallel lines
one designated for happiness
on the second I read your name
all that had multiplied by zero
so total formula deduced
wring the last breath tent
days behind as one is not funny anecdote
when the end this movie
there in the archive on a dusty shelf
We not that I can not find
about us just do not remember one
these lines hastily knocked together out of old logs
to survive in an existential chill
People willing to take anything
but would not be faced with the truth of the world head-on
the right word will always be there behind bars notepad
concluded in its pure silence
and without it all sheer nonsense
imperfect unfinished quirky
the world from which you expect a dirty trick
scattered in different directions
cutting the ground from under the feet
the same for centuries
between the loop and a balcony right choice
I do not need to be Virgil
to show you hell circles
a space look Okino
transparency of the air and the cold
half-dead sun hung over the city
it is easy to confuse the sky with the ceiling
horizon like a window frame
but I can not break the glass
This tale of those who wandered without any sense
who for a long time does not help the old man hip hop
from dawn to dusk cocks
and sincerity too naёb
Card indifferent eternity person cover nothing
You feel that you've come to the throat last night
and it is necessary to collect belongings melted in darkness
pack of jackals is not waiting for you in the kingdom of shadows
Darkness on the poor and monsters in this full horror
struggle with anything as the highest degree of courage
without hope, without escape routes without weapons
you are the one that lights looking into a puddle