Текст песни Александр Непомнящий - Конвейер

Em Am H7
Morning or evening - I don’t know for sure:
Em Am H7
Gray walls - from edge to edge.
Am D G H7
Wretched joys, paper faces,
Em C Am H7
Easy ways to frantically forget

Em Am H7
Merge with the crowd of colorless paint
Em Am H7
To dazzle, not to know that it is not scary,
Am D G H7
A strange secret in the breath of the wind
Em C Am H7
Such a lively, sparkling wind ...

 G d em
Burning candles in the depths of the universe
 G d em
In the one whose beginning is empty eyes
      Am C H7
They live, they burn, these sparks,
Em Am H7
Means, life does not lose meaning yet.

On empty corridors with blue lights
To the windows with moonlight through the disturbing branches
Further, further ...
End, go out ...
And we remained on the windows with meaningless dirt.
We run down the windows with meek mud.

Here someone blundered about God - and God was gone,
A shit called someone else's paradise.
Well, our love is on a slope
An ordinary corpse under an ordinary slope.

Come on, laugh, kick our feet
I don’t care what’s cold, we’ll warm up - wake up.
Let’s sit on the gravel, let’s bury our knees,
Listen to peppy songs of freight cars.

And behind the wall - two steps - free horses,
Wild horses who did not know the lashes.
And we put on wreaths of flowers
And disappear into the fields of marvelous herbs, kind words ...

But this is in the corner of the eye, and then - only for a moment:
From such an unhealthy dream
Protects you reliably and firmly
Your not very gilded cage.

Talk about money.
Near-term plans.
Constant games. Unauthorized persons.
Cats Mice Who survived?
Code of Life Sciences.
Day. Morning. Day. Night.
So the circle closes.

Do you like to eat deliciously in connection with the current moment.
You have to become a reliable percentage number.
Do everything so that you serve their progress.
A reliable car will come out of you,

No failure, with a guarantee against wear.
The fit of anger is over, palms are broken.
Everything will pass, everything is ok, you, most importantly, increase returns
And now - take a rest, tomorrow the conveyor again ...

And behind the wall - all the same ridiculous horses,
What the hell are dumb horses?
Two morons in wreaths of flowers
Disappear in the fields of their idiotic dreams.

Stupid. The animals. They saw the distance ...
The animals, torn through the burning rails,
Under the iron roar, in the last meters,
Under the iron roar with their childhood hope,

And the wheels crushed, crushed, crushed,
They were crushed, crushed, crushed, crushed ...
And we stand and watch and listen to the screams
We wanted to leave - it was too lazy to turn away.

And behind the clang - an iron door,
Above the head are the stripes of someone else’s flag.
And the conveyor is coming, the stamp is knocking.
Here is your place.

The conveyor goes, the stamp is knocking.
Here is your place.

Give yourself a little rest, get a percentage.
Here is your place.
Here is your place.
Here is your place.

Come on, uncle, gifts and money!
Put on, uncle, chain and collar!
Just something to hunt and take a bite!
Only a chain can one day break

Oh, freedom, clutching at the throat,
Blood is blood, not water!
Screams, barking, barking, barking, this is a raid!
Anyway - get it!
Eat! Haw!

Hawaii bloody dots in the snow
And angels are dancing in my eyes
And in the eyes are red circles
And in the eyes - red circles ...

Anyway, the conveyor puts an end to all of us.
And there were only crumpled receipts,
And there were only receipts, leaflets,
And there were only plastic flowers ...

In the depths of the universe they burn with candles
In the one behind empty eyes.
But do they live, and are these sparks still burning?
And who will say that life does not lose its meaning?