Текст песни Фёдор Панасенко - Здравствуйте, даль...

Hello, far!
I am a poet of lonely doubt.
I, wandering through the branches of yearning,
I wanted to go into the shadow, and not get out of the shadow

In the sidewalk leaves fall wildly
Trees are unkempt,
In the eyes of threes;
From ardent aspirations
What was - was
What will happen - then dream ..

And so,
I'm something square day and night
Generally inadequate, I seem to be in a half order.

Hands on the head - just where does the head go?
What is this department?

Evil Beauty came in the morning! Yes, not the one that yesterday, but quite beautiful,
and it even seems that it is not evil at all.
Why did you come in? She took the knife.

The physical evidence was cleared from the scene of the crime.

There is so much extra ballast,
I love you, but nothing personal ...
And in contrast there is an incorrectly tied tie,
And the wrongly parked stroller,
And the speech is incoherent.
The messenger confused something again;
But they are still all tied, and for a long time,
And even more so; these people in black are absolutely not suspicious.

Here honey and tar smeared
There, there was a scythe, found on a stone -
Here the braids go in pairs with stones
All day

And out, you see - cats look out of the windows.
They want to escape from the stream.

It's not just honey smeared,
sour cream and oil, and sugar syrup! Oops
Decide where you are going.
and if you are sure - then roll
Flag in hand.
Even two pieces.

No joke.

[so with boredom - not hands in trousers,
no hook hands]

This is here and there.
This is this, this is
whether it is that which is not right, obviously ...

Earned again
"Something forming enterprise"
Twenty Years of Curse

Good riddance!

Here, not only are the drops we sang trills on the thaw,
Trawl-wali, eh!
We looked both in both yes and lost it.

If you are talking about decent nonsense, then do not drop it!
Well, and at what level are you?

Paranormal phenomena under the patronage of shadows of doubt
Here they sit, playing with the worldview

Here the arithmetic of feelings and indifferent non-indifference arrange demonstrations
Meet on clothes,
escorted by madness here.

Gloomy laughter or gloomy merry
Happy Frowning
Dumplings are cooked together,
Bake candy bars.
Running past the cabins

Someone is running from his past.
The illumination has come down on him
And, like, not false ...
But in general, it is so difficult to gather thoughts
It's faster and easier for me to go camping.

I forgot to pay the driver ...
Evening, seagulls drank tea from a saucer,
Gulls sipped tea and smacked.

Do not judge strictly, but you will be judged weakly.

And if here in your company
Headless Horseman on Pegasus
And a fire-breathing unicorn in stock
That, can, you still will pass on a suit.

Love storage garage
Protected against corrosion
Carefully cared for her!

Here
either gloss or tears
and longing for neurosis
And you get dressed, you get cold ...

The echo of steps, shadows rustling;
Here,
A sincere confession in their heartlessness.

Some value us, in the eyes of others we depreciate,
But suddenly, at least for someone alone - we are priceless on the life stage.

And so everything is in a circle
All the same

Someone is rushing, someone is bursting
Someone oppression, someone goes too far
Someone calls, and someone calls

Let someone dry, good! but not completely dry

And this tomorrow's dawn awaits us.
Or him - we wait -
Let everyone decide for themselves.

Here: in the rain - who is under an umbrella,
someone under the roof;
But no one hears,
Although there are ears something!

Someone is well aware that only will be worse
Makes anyway STILL, and even worse
Someone knows how to do better.
But
Mystery does not disclose.

Someone's darn patches,
someone's darn case
Someone signed in the contract, someone - on the fence,
Someone under this fence lying around, but in general feels normal.

Here I have a familiar closet, it is "yours in the board"
And usually he - "in the board"!

For someone is the meaning of life can be
What to live, probably, is necessary disinterestedly,
And someone rat, masterfully fake, balled, but did not make a bad bargain
- so it will remain, with joy, a rat.
Be quick -
all would not hurt too.

Here is a daily oil painting:

Someone bends someone, and someone bends,
Someone has long been bent.

Someone set someone up
Someone who has hooked -
We have so many things to do!
"Excuse me, have I hurt you?
ah, where are my manners!
I accidentally.
I just liked you.
Be so kind as to throw you in the trunk "
There's still a place there.

To be shot
Line up comfortably
Dont be upset
I insist
Smile
We are all lulled by what is not given to us to know
As it is, the bodies will fall down, the souls will stand;
And climb the moaning

Fly, comrades, boldly.
Not today, then tomorrow we will meet
On the Council of Ministers of betrayal
Unborn - not hang himself ...

Weigh fresh arguments
And, in the light of the fact that there are only gray days around,
Yes, hungry gray wolves -

Only question marks in the air!

And it does not smell anything silence ...
From the factory pipe - brook,
Flows into the ocean of the sky.

In the workshop for repairing broken hearts
I watched pictures of the past

And as if a wizard from a fairy tale.
I will open this door for you

to the City of big houses
high hopes
big fools
Cigarette butts, ballot boxes and propaganda handshakes

What's the noise?
crack, din,?
From the clatter of the hoofs here snow feels shame