Текст песни скептический - парусник

I bury myself under the insistence of indifference
And glue the sailboat from the passport photos
Fragile carcass breaks on glaciers
Sneakers, kids shoes and girlish boots
My ship is tracing for graphomania
But do not describe it to emerge from the "samizdat"
Brigantines large eat his skeleton for dinner
Battered by cold, storms and gunfire
Worse, I captain him remotely
And my excitement weaves clothes from needles
According to the schedule without delay crushes with pestilence
Waking up cold in every compartment of the body
I am immortal, but paint pours from the sailboat
And I thought time was powerless
Above him, and despite all my efforts
He will live his last days in the harbor

And my sailboat will probably be crushed
And it will be trampled, proudly
He will not live to the first snowdrifts
This is like Don Quixote fighting ...
And here it is happiness concluded in A4 format
Just a shame that it will soon die.
And as Blok goes all around again
Poetry of Corner and Starkov's "zudwa"

Tell me what the tank lovers are singing about
Ruler measuring the path from deck to proscenium
My character "N" is depressed and drunk today
Sad captain, and life is cheaper than a copper penny
Weed grass closes ligaments to exhaustion
Rings of time, the minute before the fall
Seasons look at me puppy eyes
Confessions are pouring out of the salt shakers, I almost froze
In a couple of touches, a shower razors razor
Second-rate heroes catch the solar hares from the cameras
Pale hands constricted with gadgets
But to no avail, the outcome of this hysterical game
I braid my tongue in a sea knot
As taught by sailors and can let me go at night
Raise above the ground where I will spread my shoulders
Will return home where the answering machine is still silent