Текст песни ТА СТОРОНА ЛАЗ - НЕЗНАКОМЫЙ ТИП

I couplet

I want to stay exactly the way I was at 15.
The way I remember myself. Happy patsykom.
Without all this fucking, ponte and gloss.
Not through the neck with the loop, but over the shoulder with the knapsack.

Carp so that was nothing. Alcohol-free.
Without atypical pneumonia and typical pain.
No drugs, no divorce of parents.
But here, you see, it is unlikely that this would change anything.

When everything was more or less, if not great.
Without cardiac arrests in this belated ambulance
a car with curtains, a doctor who does not know what to do.
A simple idler without money and without Mondays.

... just stay yourself and if you go into the bout, then implying the book.
Without the one without which he could not. Then without the other and the third, believe me, I once was completely different.

Such. Own He wore a hat in winter.
And he was trained to distinguish re-minor from B-flat.
Then he ran to play football, but did not climb into the net.
No, then I was about seven.

Then I knew my friends by sight. There were about thirty of them.
Now there are two of them and I don’t memorize faces.
Now my strained nerves do not take out ...
... without cigarettes. And then still could quit.

Chorus

I would curse the heavens.
If I could not lock the lock and not hide my eyes.
For whom are all these words strung together?
There is nothing on the scales. But...

I would curse the heavens.
If I could not lock the lock and not hide my eyes.
For whom are all these words strung together?
There is nothing on the scales. (And nothing on the scales)

II couplet

But neither step here nor the right is left.
Increasingly, I laugh insincerely and no longer wait for the summer.
And in the reflection of some unfamiliar type.
Well, it should have happened:

my dignity wasted, dreams fucked.
From the good boy to the man of the lousy spill and all.
Nothing has truncated. Are you curious how I look?
Cover your mouth, you ...

You are nobody to me. You are about nothing.
You have no right to judge me, you have no right to be an executioner.
Want more?! Not?! Well, then explain to me:
What are you doing to me in this smoky kitchen?

We cheto and drank there, cheto shared there.
But you turned out to be multifaceted like Billie Miligan.
And I'm an amateur in this, so close your mouth.
Yes, and so ridiculous to talk to yourself.

With you for the world with all the hands "for".
Yes, you must understand. We can not do otherwise.
You are no longer you, I am no longer me.
Who among us who does not make out. Calm down and solder.

And so I want to stay that kid at 15.
Soak up yourself.
But if you had not taught to look wider,
I would never write this in my own 24.

Chorus

I would curse the heavens.
If I could not lock the lock and not hide my eyes.
For whom are all these words strung together?
There is nothing on the scales. But...

I would curse the heavens.
If I could not lock the lock and not hide my eyes.
For whom I wrote all this nonsense,
I wrote for myself ...