Текст песни Капитан Ненавидит Море - Впитывай

Someone fit into the size of the bar code
When meeting with the windshield,
And frontal syndrome, like a mass grave,
Supermarket showcase will further absorb.
Someone engraved on construction sites.
In sad poses on steel pins.
A molecule of goodness tore a flock
Trying to pass off the beginning.

Someone has become someone in a fading bouquet of everyday life.
Stepson of brick dead ends.
Vanilla monolithic show off roads,
And the songs of the tin gods about the fact that we are all Coca-Cola.
Slippery in the body has become the soul already
Enough between the tendons of time to live your life
In the longing of the gray lanes,
In the shadow of wreaths, chippers and open mounds of quarries.
The point in the results washed each of us without bribes and kickbacks,
But we need and we will. After all, we are people.
The damp fuse of evolution, in the nine circles of the constitution,
With a crystal heart supposedly banned from showing
On plasma panels in the pauses between commercials and TV shows.
Someone pointed our way to us with a finger, but there’s not much time to gather with baggage.

A long walk ...

After all, the disco has just begun,
And we would have a pill of courage
To dance all the commandments to the beat
And Christ's auto-bosom in the bosom to meet the dawn
Unseen sizes
After all, someone did something for this nasty concert,
In order not to become a placebo, with a bony grip.
Someone will have enough bread, and someone will squeeze the stones without a trace.

We are ordered to be what we should become.
Sort your hand luggage by chance
That you can not take
Hope without clothes
Fresh without shortcuts
Like spring water.
The plans of the parade of the planets and the end of color.
Colorless romance, without freedom and rights.
Only shadow and dust. How poetic it is
Starched people in twin dog poses.

Squeezed so, where before only sheared and washed.
Dry shores yearned for the tide.
But the captain hates the sea, forgive my friend.
Thaw Regatta, I am also waiting for spring.
Cut off if you can carefully your top layer
Wash off with a second water, cover the third with a sheet.
Just wrap it up. All you need
Connecting the umbilical cord cable to the motherboard.

Something is not my good ...

After all, it looks like your color scheme has cracked,
And the eternal show without you has become a bleached set of end results
With an unbearable degree of transparency, and an incredible amount of fractions in the halo.
And for the sake of this, are the stars being ignited by those who need it?
Guys from under this distraught sun, it's time to dump!
Anywhere!
Through empty pockets, through cellars with a single lantern,
Through the thick midnight park, through the arches in the hearts of the long-scorched wounded birds.
Sticking yourself under umbrellas in cocktails,
Just not to wake up in the same bed with the incinerated past
At the bottom of the hottest boiler room.
What did you want?
Or did you think that angels would fly to your pissing kitchens
And the wings will disperse longing and sorrow?
These people behind me have already taken out almost everything
And you will gobble it all up.
After all, you cannibals of the twenty-first century have assumed the right
Standing at the end of the food chain,
Wet but tenacious fingers
Scratch something you never find.

Call the doctors, let them cut everything out right away.
And the pointing finger of fate, and all the holidays,
And all the possibilities, and all possible options for events
Where you become amazing people.
After all, you have nothing to do with it.
After all, you have a series of identical days.
And the mourning captain at the bottom hates the sea for the thickness of the water,
Which separates it from the sun and from a breath of precious air.