Lyrics Good Hash Production - Ноябрь-листогной
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Тусклое небо, солнце туманами бликами светит не грея сверху
В дом не проникнет оно
Оно иллюзия, голограмма, состояние, сыро озноб ноябрь
Боязнь чего-либо пропала
Бравада от крепкого алкоголя, он разгонит тоску
Он на такое способен
Порезать проблемы расслабив каждый твой нерв
Но разве это решение думаешь ты протрезвев
Опустошен резерв будто изнутри растоптан
Знакомый дымок струится потоком разбиваясь об пробку
Погрешность не велика но сбивает с толку
Твой потолок лопнул куски обоев достанутся полу
Серый сезон отмечен мрачным облаком во множественном числе
Слякоть осядет на замшевой обуви исправлюсь к весне
Когда оковы льда превратятся в воду
Я выведу много букв на листке собрав из них мираж
Размах обескураживает, размажь продажное
Сейчас же, а не завтра, пути обезврежены
Дверь в конце коридора распахнута
Красная лента обрежь её
Твоё прошлое закончилось здесь подскажет тебе Ганеш
Осень подарит тебе новые проплешины
Но будет нежна как старая песня Малежика
Осень неизбежно окрашивает души в бежевый
Попробуй не впади в бешенство
Когда подверженный
Когда по две уже давно не решение
Когда перекрыто движение по прежним маршрутам
Кто ты спросив себя утром ответишь тут я
Как будто череп изнутри покрыт латунью
И только послевкусие от дудки
Создаёт пространство вокруг
На замедленной прокрутке
Можно привыкнуть к теплой куртке и к яду в фрукте
Но не отъебатся от того что рвёт в лоскутки
Никто не скажет вслух, никто не даст инструкций
На связи с разумом длинные гудки.
Абонент недоступен или тупит или я затупил прослушал ее
Отрезали отступлений пути и пошатнулись даже те кто был
В основе, колесили просторы давно пребывая на грани со сном
Всё выискивая пояснений, держа курс на полюс южный обледенели
И когда иссяк последний боксец никто особо подготовлен не был
К ноябрю, под ногами гниют листья в трупы??, солнце не греет нисколько
Будучи нарисованным ведёт тратуары к звездам на нёбе горчащий осадок
В кармане остаток красной плёнки, последний сотен не запаленной капли
Что прописал офтальмолог, ??выбор те малец?? стереть пыль с полок
Или сдуть полку пыли, встать разутым на снег или на раскаленные угли
Продажное подорожало не единожды, среди развалин в связи с утерей
Разума, ??Анатолий поделенная правда??, мозоли ??рвут?? глаза
И даже иллюзий не возникала, ведь эти глюки зеркальны
Как и ноябрь.
The dull sky, the sun shines through fogs without reflections without warming from above
It will not enter the house
It is an illusion, hologram, state, damp chills November
Fear of something is gone
Bravado from strong alcohol, he will dispel the longing
He is capable of such
Cut problems by relaxing your every nerve
But is this decision you think sober
Depleted reserve as if trampled inside
A familiar smoke flows in a stream breaking into a cork
The error is not great but confusing
Your ceiling burst pieces of wallpaper go to the floor
The gray season is marked by a gloomy plural cloud
Slush will settle on suede shoes
When the shackles of ice turn into water
I will print a lot of letters on a piece of paper collecting from them a mirage
Swipe discouraging, smack the venal
Now, and not tomorrow, the paths are neutralized
The door at the end of the corridor is open
Red ribbon cut it
Your past is over here Ganesha will tell you
Autumn will give you new bald spots
But it will be tender as the old song of Malezhik
Autumn inevitably turns beige souls
Try not to get mad
When subject
When two in a long time is not a solution
When traffic is blocked on previous routes
Who are you asking yourself in the morning to answer here I
As if the skull is covered with brass inside
And only the finish from the pipe
Creates space around
In slow motion
You can get used to a warm jacket and poison in fruit
But do not get fucked by what tears into shreds
No one will say out loud, no one will give instructions
In connection with the mind, long beeps.
The subscriber is unavailable or dull or I dumb listened to her
Cut off the deviations of the path and even those who were shaken
At the base, wheeled open spaces have long been on the verge of sleeping
All searching for explanations, heading for the south pole iced up
And when the last boxer dried up, no one was especially prepared
By November, leaves rot into corpses underfoot ??, the sun does not warm at all
A drawn deposit leads to the stars on the sky, being drawn.
In the pocket there is the remainder of the red film, the last hundreds of not burned drops
What did the ophthalmologist prescribe, ?? choice those little ?? wipe dust off shelves
Or blow off a shelf of dust, stand swollen in the snow or on hot coals
Selling has gone up more than once, among the ruins due to the loss
Reason, ?? Anatoly divided truth ??, corns ?? tear ?? eyes
And even illusions did not arise, because these glitches are mirror
Like November.
It will not enter the house
It is an illusion, hologram, state, damp chills November
Fear of something is gone
Bravado from strong alcohol, he will dispel the longing
He is capable of such
Cut problems by relaxing your every nerve
But is this decision you think sober
Depleted reserve as if trampled inside
A familiar smoke flows in a stream breaking into a cork
The error is not great but confusing
Your ceiling burst pieces of wallpaper go to the floor
The gray season is marked by a gloomy plural cloud
Slush will settle on suede shoes
When the shackles of ice turn into water
I will print a lot of letters on a piece of paper collecting from them a mirage
Swipe discouraging, smack the venal
Now, and not tomorrow, the paths are neutralized
The door at the end of the corridor is open
Red ribbon cut it
Your past is over here Ganesha will tell you
Autumn will give you new bald spots
But it will be tender as the old song of Malezhik
Autumn inevitably turns beige souls
Try not to get mad
When subject
When two in a long time is not a solution
When traffic is blocked on previous routes
Who are you asking yourself in the morning to answer here I
As if the skull is covered with brass inside
And only the finish from the pipe
Creates space around
In slow motion
You can get used to a warm jacket and poison in fruit
But do not get fucked by what tears into shreds
No one will say out loud, no one will give instructions
In connection with the mind, long beeps.
The subscriber is unavailable or dull or I dumb listened to her
Cut off the deviations of the path and even those who were shaken
At the base, wheeled open spaces have long been on the verge of sleeping
All searching for explanations, heading for the south pole iced up
And when the last boxer dried up, no one was especially prepared
By November, leaves rot into corpses underfoot ??, the sun does not warm at all
A drawn deposit leads to the stars on the sky, being drawn.
In the pocket there is the remainder of the red film, the last hundreds of not burned drops
What did the ophthalmologist prescribe, ?? choice those little ?? wipe dust off shelves
Or blow off a shelf of dust, stand swollen in the snow or on hot coals
Selling has gone up more than once, among the ruins due to the loss
Reason, ?? Anatoly divided truth ??, corns ?? tear ?? eyes
And even illusions did not arise, because these glitches are mirror
Like November.