Текст песни aegabootleg - жзн-твр

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For twenty-five years I rubbed my window sill.
Twenty-five years life in one bottle.
Twenty-five years, neither more nor less.
For twenty-five years I have been marking time, realizing:

Life is a commodity, man is a speculator.
Putting on the scales, in a hurry to round.
A cheap blinker explains: it’s easier.
Different calibers, and their different handwriting.

Twenty-five years since May.
Twenty-five years, neither more nor less.
For twenty-five years I have been marking time, realizing:

Life is a commodity, man is a speculator.
Putting on the scales, in a hurry to round.
A cheap blinker explains: it’s easier.
Different calibers, and their different handwriting.

Feelings are borderline, cash determines.
Christmas tree for new year, easter kulichik.
Everyone, no matter how good, is two-faced.
For saturation parables are used.

Twenty-five years since May.
Twenty-five years, neither more nor less.
For twenty-five years I have been marking time, realizing:

Swift and balanced, reckless and furious
I throw a coin, and she goes to tails for the fifth time.
Incredible, of course, but it works like that.
Putting on an eagle, you remain upset.

Today you civilized, and tomorrow in informal.
Life is fickle, there is little stagnation for us.
Life is a commodity and we sell it dearly
even if instead of moving - rustling.

Twenty-five years since May.
Twenty-five years, neither more nor less.
For twenty-five years I have been marking time, realizing:

All accumulated experience is a completed stage.
And I'm without a ticket for this performance.
The whole world is a theater, and you are the scenery.
There are no stairs - there is no need to climb.

Under a standing ovation, the actors perform.
In the nomination, the strange viewer is winning.
To the chuckle on stage. Thanks for the act.
For the intermission set in the play on time ...