A Foreign car with flashing lights turns into the arch
A security guard passes the parking lot, it's Wednesday, -1-*Lubyanka
The secret of light corridors is shrouded in darkness
In the offices of spacious cabinets with shelves, on the shelves there are folders
In the folders are the cases, they appear, names, surnames
Against crosses and checkmarks
I do not advise to leave (the "cap" )" or- 2-*"sphere of influene" (in this context)
You will be spread on the pavement like a cockroach on a sneaker
Sometimes it's like hunting to press pause
Stop for a while to collect this puzzle
Life is not so beautiful, I realized it right away
Put some more "laughing gas" here
The eyes only see what they are shown.
Mass media lead masses to insanity (or decay)
We have a slightly different vision of the situation.
I try to constantly use infrared lighting.
It is dangerous, it is against the law.
And who has the -3-*"maza "in the evenings runs to the office
We are in the database, at the ear of the reception
They needed to come to the address and fill out the form.
My friend has two balconies
There are bushes of different sizes from the floor to the ceiling.
Asterisks fall smoothly on epaulets
I will wrap an adhesive tape and send the parcel to the zone
Shit comes by the tons in freight cars
It is accompanied by organs, all are calm.
People get two and a half weeks of strict rest
Somewhere in Mordovia for a soft black bun
The newly minted employee of the -4- OBNON'a
Finished building a house somewhere near Barcelona
And Anton's mom does not understand where he is still
She is trying to figure out his phone number
This is dumb, it's dark around here
It's Tuesday evening on the road from home to the microphone
After traffic jams through Sadova Street to Kazakov Street
It would be great to finish recording an album.
BASTA
I have to stay cocky
Oh, and dick with him
The truth is hidden from view, be content with versions.
Peers die young fearing a hungry pension
You know, it's been ten years since I have been an inmate
But I stay here to face the evil of any "asshole"
I Wanted you to be treated like a human
Then join the party, and pay membership dues
The bait on the hook is on a sturdy fishing line
And fuck who are you - the owner of a (kiosk) stall or the owner of -5-*Chelsea
You write your type of songs on the chalkboard
This works out for you, "but in Uebski (not sure of this), like -6-*Oksana Robski
I have to stay cocky, let's arrange it, there are no kids here,
"Smash up"-7- - thank God there is someone one to be with
than to become a mold in an entrance, a bullet in the heart is better
Better to to be in pieces than to turn into sour dough
Convenient for rolling and shaping
Around the blue numbers on the toned fords
And you cowardly hide your head in the shoulders like
someone who hides a ragged liver from their mother
While you bite your broken elbows
Someone in shoulder straps is buying severed heads in bulk
Do you remember the colonel and the massacre
The system failed, so soon everything will be fucked
Flipping the lock, and once again looking at your photo
two in the gateway are already waiting for you
You left your Honda Accord in the parking lot
In a minute, you will take two clips.
You will be silenced, and it so much more convenient
you talked about freedom, now you are free
Such times, such business brother
Speaking as it is, you need courage, not talent.
Come on without giving a fuck,
Fuck around for yourself, the fuck with the hits
Life for beats and some vinyl cod
Hard as it is, without useless shine
Listen to me? come on without giving a fuck
Fuck around for yourself, the fuck with the hits
Life on bits and some vinyl cod
Hard as it is, without too much shine