Lyrics Олег ГРУЗ - Убитые бытом

And there is this silence quieter .
And there is no one besides these , blurry,
Shadows and silhouettes.
Killed everyday life ...

One , with the words :
" If only I did not touch "
Fell asleep.
In the morning, got up , and so it *** nulo ,
That she drove and strayed .
Left home and never came back ...
Or here we have , in Rostov- on-Don,
One **** unu
Shooting meaning bytiya-
So he is now clerk .
Says that all nishtyak ,
Just with him during his lifetime ,
Almighty asked the jamb .
He told a story about the type ,
Who planted , sticky ,
Middle of the road .
He was hit by a bus , and then ,
He was paralyzed legs .
He was disappointed in God,
Became a Satanist.
And , taking with him the lives of many ,
Committed suicide ,
Undermining polpodezda on domestic gas.
When he was buried ,
On wreaths wrote : washed- filth ,
This out there ... Emil
Those who are used to give the details ,
Difficult to cope with serious situations.
Such as the one that happened to my neighbor ,
90 -year-old grandfather,
Who , noting one of the days of victory,
With a cry of " I'm going !" Fell from a moped ...
Not only that he barely alive ,
So also drunk, hit his head ,
Lies next to a moped , howling wolf,
Horseradish Che will deal really .
Then it turned out that the blow,
Grandfather splinter ,
Which since World War II,
Not pulled out of the head,
Began to receive signals Echo of Moscow .
Now he is informed of all developments .
And you ?
There is a list of the living,
Survivors from bytovuhi ,
Like those two , **** Asheko ,
Genes and Arkady -generation next,
Made in Russia ...
Each individual in a hurry
To build a life, and can be seen to propagate
Then tired, so , in his coffin lies .
One whole life drawings
Scrabbled on Min. atom ,
He was married on birds ,
Two children , the youngest in the tenth .
A handful of mourners at his last journey ,
Maybe somewhere , and I'm there ...
Guys, a suit
On stiffs crumpled .
Although it does not mean anything any more .
He does not set the task ,
Be at my funeral only ,
Among those who did not cry ,
And dressed in Versace .
Maybe it was this moment
All my life I waited - even more so.
Because immediately after wake ,
His car will depart eldest son ,
Who will pay half sister ,
Often, by July .
to Julia
Was able to go to college ,
Somewhere not here,
And, further, the soul blizhe-
In St. Petersburg, it is almost expected.
last summer
She met on the Internet,
With brunette .
And he sent out their own photos,
Where there's nothing on it .
And all this , it is now much more important
Obituary in which Min. atom
Mourning , through local newspaper,
The whole team supporting
Children and widow Elizabeth ,
Which , after the death of her husband ,
Began to look much worse.
She was the only
To whom it was really needed .
The last words she said to him ,
Were what you were dead hoarse ?
Oh, and a suit -and indeed not ironed ,
And escorts you not more than a dozen ...
And there is this silence quieter .
And there is no one besides these , blurry,
Shadows and silhouettes.
Killed everyday life ...