Lyrics тортик с вишенкой - играю против тебя

the ships maneuvered and, as a result, capitulated,
and now the world's main doctor operated on the company,
stank of ethyl alcohol,
stay winter, open the gate,
sad songs on the radio, a priori decadence,
although you know, I have been playing against you for a long time,
but I'm trying to believe in no use,
The trains that under the escarpment simply were written off as expendable.
inoffensive pampering is no more,
because the fatality is about zero,
useless calls I will not remember,
on the clock around midnight,
but delicious tea is delicious only from beautiful teapots and cups,
occasionally the silence is cut by the habitual multiseasonal cough,
why ask when and already nauseated
cheap films with feigned, artificial agiotage
sometimes you still have to leave the halls of unrealized expectations,
to ease the grip with your hands or just throw everything and fly away.
I realized that any ships still drown in the end,
and behind the window and without that a decent storm

bus seats are specially made so,
under the sad instrumental draw out of the window moments
moving without direction, without the mood and without a ticket
Accompaniment to seasonal disgrace
in a homeless T-shirt punk old live style
tiredly said that the world is round and small
do not endure a century
white as the world
hum with azim
as a cry out of emptiness
you are not alone
actually like a wick
burns this serpentine of days
laced people go to places
from postcards to trains
in the eyes of all the salt
face licks the wind
from the memory I shave without a mirror
looking at the rumpled photos of people at the beautiful doors and walls
explain where the last three weeks have gone
in fact all the words are book titles
All the books are made of paper, all the walls and ceilings are pasted over it.
all the thoughts are glued from inside the head,
it does not mean paper, paper does not mean a book,
book does not mean words, glue from days
days of glue go faster and faster,
playing against you