Текст песни замкнутость 8 - Я бедный человек с богатой фантазией...

I am a poor man with a visionary
my company for the evening, a couple of dead flies
around me forever what is filth,
makes me tense hearing.
I'm afraid to leave the house and return home
but not because the risk to stumble upon thee,
it would be cool if you fall asleep in the winter
it would be possible to wake up in the summer.
every night I die in the hope of not survive until morning
emptiness is not the limit,
we will not be happy like Peter and Fevronia
even if we die in one day.
in the refrigerator a bottle of soda
so you can water the flowers.
people die from an overdose of freedom,
that they do not share with anyone.
I lost the last twenty rubles
and I came to the subway for an hour before the opening
and in fact one of the ten ships
reaches its point of arrival.
Having everyone can feel poor
fly a plane, knowing that he would fall.
Loneliness - is when you no one is looking,
which means that he would never find it.
go to work just to pay
and talk in the evening you are tired today.
loneliness is when you go somewhere,
and beside you always have empty seats.
I forget you, because you are so requested
six in the morning so hard to breathe
To be honest I have no power
look in the crowd is your yellow-gray scarf.
Output is usually in the same place where the entrance
Once we have gone too far,
every time I think that this is the last parish
but then again I hear your laughter.
whole life is a struggle against the system
the opposition of black and white
where he wins gray
it is also proved by British scientists
talk about abstract
Topics?
we are not the same
everything became more expensive
perhaps inflation
without you all so hard
as a unity of opposites
All right, enough. I tear off the wallpaper,
In order not to both
greater than & quot; no & quot; I did not become a
you it should not even touch the
time to forget about the pain
and on their own
disappear from the city and never appear
where we learned to fly