Текст песни Лазарь - Два сердца

Two hearts

We are two hearts. Recently - addicts about experience.
And now a happy wife and husband.
And without any doctors there, we are with her
Free from all drug addictions!

Maybe you and I even know each other.
Maybe even pricked together.
And now we testify of our life:
Healthy, sober and bright as a clean sheet.

And before I was convicted, I’m unemployed,
Sick and with "button accordion" in the bosom.
We were very familiar with the “hero” and “hairdryer”.
I don’t remember when they first stuck out,
But, since then we are always together.
They wanted to tie, dreamed of a new life.

Our life from one extreme to another:
Everything about us is not like people, I’m a fool.
He began to smoke grass, in the army powders, pills. Before that in his youth: alcohol, vodka.

Olga came to Arkhangelsk to study from the village. And the cloudy city devoured her.
Friends, pals said high is cool
And "cool" is a thrill. And off we go.

The consequences of such a life you yourself know
Well, friend, if you go so dear.
Inside there is a void, as if a taut string, which is about to burst.

You don't believe anyone, you're lying to yourself and everyone
Are you afraid that there will be “tomorrow”, you don’t know.
You think only about the cafe, all that except -
Not interesting for you, and pointless.

Time passes. You hardly see relatives.
They are not happy that every day you “bring kipish”.
Protected from all, on treason.
To a point, the virtual drug world has narrowed in Vienna.

You think everything is cool: sitting in a bar!
But involuntarily, you die in the basement.
And from countless attempts to make you think about her,
Though scary to die, but

A bigger dose and a nice happy ending
Secured to you and roll all debts - no problem!
It’s so hard to become righteous in theory,
When physically you do not rummage in not one thing.
And in my head is a psychedelic mess.
Thoughts alone - look for this bucket.

The inside is iron, the thoughts are heroin.
You are dealing with those with one tone.
Dilute or throw, make yourself high for more.
Let the solution into your button accordion for more.

Only “why change everything?”, You think,
When there is no other meaning, dreams are empty.
Only parents ... feel sorry for them ...
When they find out that their son has become a washcloth.

And then it will not become important,
When you blow out the smoke of a cigarette, drag out again
Looking at the street through the dull glass of the porch,
In which you just got involved. "Everything does not matter ..."

So I thought so, when I once lived
But God came into my life and changed everything.
Now Olga and I are a family, a healthy son.
Work, money, friends, at heart the world.

And no grass, pills, powders
They will not give you such spiritual fullness.
And not one acid-mushroom philosophy
He did not fill life, as God fills.