Текст песни Канонада в гробу - Я не как твоя собака, черт возьми.

This strange night.
You will write me a verse.
Where will you tell about my look.
Black, blurry such.
Recall.
In the verse you will write simply:
Full of a look of melancholy, riddles.
And accidentally finish the line at the end ...
& quot; Your look at the start scared & quot;
Let's assume. .
And these to the edge I heard screams.
You even asked for that cigarette in a whisper.
You can not buy it, you ask for it with a trembling voice.
You're a little older.
I'm ... sugary now I'm getting old.
"I am not eternal," - with the mouth of my increasingly frequent phrase.
You ... amid staunch and absolute despair.
Titanic that did not meet the iceberg ice floes. .
I'm not like your dog, damn it.
She at least does not breathe the white ashes of lost hopes.
She rushes to life with every joy.
And you ... I did not ask why is my life like this now?
Where everything is the opposite, do not open the eyelids.
My scars are always scarlet fresh all glow.
I do not smile without some kind of doping.
My self-irony always splashes with sorrow.
With difficulty, in sobriety, I send the body to the stops.
I'm standing .. well, straight, not staggering - I can not at all.
I'm not funny, but I'm laughing.
It's all my stoned life.
she is ..
stories and friends to destruction.
Betrayal, where even when you escape - with coma taken out.
I can not stand like the others without staggering.
I say the same, the strength that I do not have a year.
My memories alone ..
Where is the body, which is colder with each hour ..
I embrace and sob out loud: " Wake up! Breathe! Do not die! & quot;
Artificial respiration to the best friend,
heart massage to him ... half-unconscious himself.
And then he hands over the next one.
Playing the guitar .. he falls sharply, sighing heavily.
You can not do anything, you bloody thrombus. .
Why then he could not stop it !?
...
And so I just clenched my fist with the ground ..
I stand and just can ... Say goodbye, unclench the fist ..
Comrade bury ...
And leaving, being afraid of the monuments of relatives to turn around.
Here I stand and set fire to half of the building.
To me people in white coats cause.
And you know what?
I can squeeze them out just jokes and songs by heart of Agatha.
I'm not funny, laughter is also tears.
All I remember those moments, as on a stuffy summer and smoked balcony ..
I .. comrade .. with difficulty for the collar grabbed, pull out.
Tears of mother froze in front of me.
Against the background of our own survival.
Wherever I was ... I heard her sobs.
Where she is in the night silence, through a dream wheezes: "Mom!"
It's not that my love is out there somewhere.
My second half was dying.
That beloved person warned me.
And I laughed at him, I kept saying everything, not believing to myself: "How can you leave me ?! And music? They are all lying! Wrong diagnosis! & Quot;
And how did you leave one more life?
Yes, every day, from morning till night, I asked everything from those above ... I hoped ...
That this time agonizing that cancer. ..
With the doctors .. heal.
How late it all is! As all at me late!
And now look into my eyes ..
Where does the iris fade ...
I meet the dope of drug addicts every other day.
They are practically lifeless under the buzz themselves ..
& quot; My dear & quot;
I felt like life, like a quiet stream with friends leaves.
A tissue of thin skin, fingers ...
And itself again .. then all the items are sharp.
Then I just breathe fireless without end. with white ashes of own hopes.

You know .. this is a word that so please do not speak.
Or at least in a whisper.
Here's more to add to this story ...
Only a part of this biography.
And tell me why .. almost. . Before screaming, I'm running from the word ...
And again, look at my pupils ..

(To be continued )
D.T.