Lyrics МелоЧИ ЖизНИ - Посошок квартирник...

Poschoko, pour to the bottom
I would drink, but don't pour from the neck
I would have been choked with a grain
The chill pulled the nest ...
In unison lived upside down
Fled with a half -empty flask
And a cartridge on the chest with a vest
To the nerve nerve, stomped with the harnesses
Boarding like love without a name
Tea blues spat and torn
The verse is not combed with a handwriting
That's why it's over at the table ...
Laughter tears two chords tightly
Everyone shrugged great
They walked out of order locked up
We are now like a cartridge without gunpowder ...
Life with a knot was braided with hair
And the plot inside out the sweater
We walked in a madhouse and rushed into the pools
And the fool was a synonym for Victor ..
In a drunken storm they sailed with a boat white
In a sober calm, they died of hunger
Here is the palm so light up the immature
To die only if you can do it ..
The choice fell, a friend said goodbye to the nest
Forehead to the temple, like a wicked sailor
There were not his feathers at the seams
Just swim went incomprehensible
That duel coughed and spit out
An orphan I stood behind my backs
What a dog to whine from sorrow now
Or drink under the aim of conscience
My glass is not up to the top
And the trigger is ducked-self-self-samremity
Went not to paradise, but around the world
The staff is all poetry ...