Lyrics МашнинБэнд - Немного жалости - Свет

Such a life that there is nothing to sing
On TV - ne .... to on ne ... ke
War here and there
Club TamTam closed
Autumn has come after winter
What is autumn?
Look for the answer in a popular science song.
Knock yourself on a tree
Exchange the rings with the tree
Strangers will come
Ask - please
A little bit of irony and a bit of pity
A complete idiot all day at the window
The sun has flown, the moon has dragged
The hands of the clock creep up to two
Farther night
The more audible noise
New Kupchinsky
New avtovskie
New Kolpinsky
New Okhta
Go and ride through the sleeping streets.
They wake up ... civilians
Only you will not wake at night
I am not sleeping
I watch and write down
How does the sun rise
How do other stars rise
How trees rise
How do the Fuhrers
Horrible dirt on the bookshelf
Strangling Fresh Air
Riots in my apartment
Lynching in the family and at the entrance
Old, old, old song
I lose my temper like a matryoshka
Smeared hands, digging in the plate
I don’t like something in this soup
The fundamental question
Tell me my uncle
However, no wonder
Like you
Those like me
Choked, choked, choked, choked
Uncle does not hear - ears fell out
Uncle it's time to shoot out of humanity
All do not reach uncle hands
Well, who else is there? (scuffling in the hallway)
In! Again strangers
And again - please
Bit of irony
And a little pity.
Light from under the lampshade lace
Midnight dinner in the quiet kitchen
After work
One month
From the other side of the clouds
Light flick of a light switch
Restored balance with the street
Gray room
The clatter of the alarm clock
Polite, comfortable sleep

So here
And remember everything
Sitting in a trench
Wet to the skin
Here is all
Climbs in the head
Just nap, spitting on the slush

Woman in the rearview mirror
Fuckiness ended in marriage
Million unfulfilled personalities
Choked in condoms
Going for bread - pick ears
Buy wife flowers and sausages
Gray Stars Blue Screen
Falling in snowy white nights

So here
And remember everything
Sitting in a trench
Wet to the skin
Here is all
Climbs in the head
Only zadralesh minutes to five

Clever boy
With a huge brain
He dreams of becoming a foreigner
Live in some warm country
With inflexible hard currency
And we are all here
And nothing yet
Send us more fat in packages
Happiness is when you are not caught
Do not forget to send a cartridge in the chamber

So here
And remember everything
Whether in the trenches
Whether in the kitchen
Here is all
Climbs in the head
After work
Hallucinations