Текст песни макулатура - вместе

we are always together I know all the details
stealing them from the past and closing the door
lying on the floor while sweeping off me
tablet butts and unspent time
past the bed like a finished t shirt
clench my fists I want to align my breath
you go to work your lips touch
the borders of my world beyond which the arctic
I carry you under my heart so that you hear the beats
so flies in face and so break bones
sympathy lives no longer than doshirak
and I go to the grocery store for another batch
depression - candy from the pocket of a children's jacket
something was before you and called life
now trying to somehow count the minutes
before dreaming dream no longer hear the alarm
as if i was made for something higher
as if i had a gummion stretched over the abyss
I am greeted by a morning awakening as a shot
and you kiss my dreams like ugly babies
we are always together no one remembers the devils
with whom you share your box now
I cling to my nonsense while I'm on the belts
finally carry where dream not allowed

pigeons fly past the windows of the hospital
the bell rings out everyone is building up for breakfast
we go to pine and linden and take the same
flower beer and i hold you
pigeons fly past the windows of the hospital
inspection procedures and a cigarette for sweets
pills side doctor he stretched his legs
there are only blank pages in my diary

we are always together I am bipolar you okr
pidorashi room while I'm hiding under a blanket
from the walls claws climb ceiling falls from above
hanging clothes as if nothing had happened
when I get out of bed and enter a new phase
sifting out nonsense and taking those my ideas
who can monetize right away
so that was what to live when sick again
we are two perfectly effective lovers
you make schedules of my concerts and meetings
remind you to eat and where are the medicine bottles
so as not to fall from the stage straight into the hellish furnace
that in all past lives i was already dead
you talk about the smell of grass and the noise of the sea
non-existent future are images from dreams
where do I get to the edge of the map and ask who I am
I look somewhere behind the screen until I remember your eyes
and suddenly wake up dramatically in breech pajamas
i'm locked in there is a game of chess
in the last mental hospital at the top level with the gods
there is only a pen and a notebook on my desk
lines need to be filled and I return to childhood
to create a world where there is an illusion of order
I draw us fucking little men

pigeons fly past the windows of the hospital
cigarette butts instead of premiums and fines
I check the algorithms in the language of metaphors
rummaging in the old box remembering faces
pigeons are crap on the fence of the hospital
electricity hums like an ancient prayer
all my life experience in one algorithm
no more zero no one