Текст песни Июнин - отрезки радости

I would really like to become a robot
not indulge in these everyday chores
do not think about unnecessary things
and act only with programmed tasks

sometimes Khrushchevs seem to be slightly higher than skyscrapers
They watched me a thousand times scrubbing my veins with glasses
syringes or needles crunch under my thoughts
tell me if you can go to new territories, locations of this fucking game

my life is a piece, a ridiculous sketch
which you fill completely and completely
while I breathe in and fill with cells of impurity
the same me, the same idiots wander around

samurai are a bit like astronauts
I don't know what it is, but oh well
buddy, let's better have a brotherhood drink
it's cool again in the urals that I'm ready to swallow it all up so greedily

who would you be without all these political movements
maybe they would not tolerate one, against the crowd of humiliation
who we would be without all these psychological terms
without the development of medicine, without selling drugs, without free time

I say hello if another artist is listening to this
confess we're doing this to corrupt society
like little worms in the guts, we are dirt or worm
to make you feel sad while you order innovations on the Internet

we all only want to draw attention to ourselves
or doing self-flagellation, self-digging
while parental health falls to its knees
and our IQ is hanging out on the carousel

remember: the leaders will still be filled with peppers
outsiders to hammer with fashion sneakers
girls warm knives and ropes
nothing will change, the segments of joy will always be short

it will always be hungry, it will be cold
price tags will rise, everything will be expensive
after cheap slurry, cigarettes and seas of alcohol, your throat will always hurt
nothing will change and the segments of joy will always be short

every college considers itself the best in the world
when my parents got divorced and asked who I want to stay with, I chose the word: "or"
in the last century, Mayakovsky wrote a letter to Leela
now it's enough to go to the dealer and pick a lily

whine but do
until a line is drawn on the floor along the contours of the limbs with chalk
or throw your mortal body into the hearse
and nobody gives a fuck if you finished your job