Текст песни июнин х грустидруг - голодный желудок

on an empty stomach without sleeping all night
I pour a handful with Oksana
And behind the walls roam the named guests
Non-free birds want to knock the cavity

under the action of cholinolithics, each step becomes long
On the roof huge chairs are a cinema, without viewers
And the way to the toilet seems very thorny
the most difficult to contemplate the transfer to the brain and try not to hang

The hardest thing is not to start in space.
sit, try not to fall asleep and smile
Hello I am my friend cockroach
All life in waiting for transport you need

Sometimes in the middle of the summer day in a minibus
A new universe is born, with its own laws, climate and population
Here is the patience, and not violence.
Where does the driver carry us?

Pink Elephant looks at me
Ringtone has already played in the head
This space is absurdly paintings by David Lynch
it's time to pay this life

This is an empty bubne, there will be no discoveries here.
I don't even remember exactly the latest events.
All rhymes have been clogged for us
Do not suggest me packages with eternity, and then we turn with orbits

These soft chairs stroke us as Tina
Hands join each other, familiar painting?
Maybe we are already in soft rooms
And for us sewn clothing smirling, comfortable

At such moments, all attempts seem meaningless
What should be taken after receiving preventing neuroleptics
It seems everything was in vain and hence not to leave us
Only oxygen intoxicates, better than a glass of alcohol solvent

And what remains for the periphery, what we see
It always seemed that the texture is not so difficult to fall out
Especially when the central nervous system floats from us
The mouth cavity is drained as the plane of the River Heat

Who watches us from these kiosks, grocery, shadows
Remember, there is only your shadow and your thoughts
It does not matter that there were scientists and repeated parents
Do not listen to anyone, truth has long been on maternity leave

Eyes are dead from steel
pupils compare with asphalt they are very tired
Pupils from solar lines behind
listen to the wise men or the dead not with vision and mouth

I want to disappear
I want to reject
I want to stop consumed
I do not want to exacerbate

I'm tired of repeating
The brain is tired of exist
I do not want to awake
I don't want anymore nor sleep