Lyrics Лисёнок - Чёрно-белое кино

How many cigarettes were crooked in that entrance ... And not one word got into my head ... I was leaving for the country, I ran to where I could shout, but there was just no strength to cry ... and when I thought I caught my breath, I came ... but it was an illusion .. the storm struck me then ... I tried to swim, I grabbed every thread to live .. but these threads were weak, because there was no rod ... of that which was broken. . These threads were torn and beat me in the face .. and then thousands of vices intertwined with each other ... I learned to hate, I became tough and cynical, proud, I'm good Inal all this world .. the music that I began to listen reflected what is inside me .. the state of the beast in a cage that can not go outside ... which does not have enough oxygen to live .. but I did not die at all .. but for the time being went and went ... and I kept praying .. probably already out of habit .. what has changed over these hot days? nothing ... nothing has changed .... or vice versa all the words that I know not enough to describe this feeling ... and now as if after a long interval the play continues .. but how can you look at the performance when all the lights are lit and the scenery that seemed real suddenly seems just fake .. an ordinary cheap ... it is not possible to convey all the disappointment, all the emptiness that you see, looking at the stage and now you think it's worth to look at the concert .. and after all the forces go no more .. and you continue to look at the puppets .. do not believe it anymore it's a miracle that the picture will come to life .. but you sit and look just nowhere ... trying to understand what keeps you on this chair ... and to think, damn it, that this is with you ... but the light has already gone out and in a few seconds the play will continue again ... and you all look and somehow mysteriously smile ... your pupils are expanding, then sharply narrowing ... you are silent and sometimes you smile .... Of course, it's easier to judge than to understand .. if you could see what's going on behind these strange gray-blue pupils with a brown spot, it's not clear whether it's a flaw, or an adornment .. you would have seen it on The passage in which I smoke one by one and not one word, not a single word would not have occurred to you .. and only the moment when the words end, and before the eyes the pictures of life, some well remembered, and some badly sweep. some good, but some bad .. different would see .. and then everything
a new click of the lock, a match twittering, the first deep puff, a deaf cough and again, again, again !!! .............. this film of an old silent movie ...