Текст песни ТаХа - Пойдем покурим

sometimes the plexuses of hands are not so truthful
in the final, everything remains blue
staggering to places where it was warm
even now in this winter time

de-energized. suspended on wires
no strength to hide something here
you all saw and didn’t understand anything
there is always time to change something
I don’t know where I don’t know why
eventually nashol. killed in the stele
wrapped thoughts, packed feelings
graceful fruits of incomprehensible taste

this is all familiar. I hit the window on the 9th floor
sort of and not so high
words poured together with smoke
familiar picture outside

sometimes it seems that the microphone is listening to me. that these messages do not fall into your ears
how much I drove saw those places
solid fields, wind, emptiness
he whispers something to bare branches
sometimes fly here with a gust of caustic smoke. they only sway
no emotion
stand listening silently

long similar to the rest of the gray mas
I’m not better than anything and I’m singing in a mask, my eyes are hidden under the hood
there is no reason to prove something
Dreams float along the river
and maybe all this will remain just a reckoning
the window in the kitchen was slightly ajar:

"hear, brother, let's have a smoke!"