Текст песни многоточие - 14 - Белые друзья

I puzzled for a long time what to say at the beginning ... And I decided not to say anything ...

White friends ...
White friends ...

I hide from the friends of pain worthless grievances.
And even if the light does not burn in my eyes,
I hold the lighter, either to my mouth, or under a spoon
And I become myself, but only for fun,
Well, what is the difference in principle, especially now,
When the nirvana by the wind of the parish climbed through the open door,
And when someone, closing his eyes, hanging his head, stupidly silent,
And someone half-closed speaks and speaks and speaks ...

White friends, my white friends ...
White friends, my white friends ...
White friends, my white friends ...
White friends, white, white, white ...

I do not know how to break this vicious circle,
Enemy number one has already become not my first best friend.
Someone leaves to change a long sleeve on a T-shirt,
Back to yourself, but it's all to no avail!
What's the use of it in his two-week life?
He shows a button accordion, he immediately asks:
"Where is the cotton wool?" No? Then give me a cigarette - I'll choose through the filter. "
- What about a T-shirt ?!
"In a week I will, I will, I will ..."

White friends ...
White friends ...

I run away from myself, from an eerie reality,
In a normal state, I smell the abnormality.
Simple formalities take me to the extreme.
I do not see in this even a share of chance.
It always happens when the day is not blurred with white.
And even the sun in the blue sky will seem to me gray.
And I definitely will not help your rehabilitation centers,
In which even a smile requires monetary compensation.
I had such associations in oral formations.
And dirty banknotes do not give health to the nation ...
Do not give health to the nation ...

White friends ...
White friends ...
White friends ...
White friends ...