Текст песни и быть может - памятник

everything happens instantly
you blink do not have time
your fragile ideals
scatter across the sky ships
swallows with sails
your wrinkled face
will be at the plate portrait
a reminder of all past
Life lousy film with a small budget
and debility plot
I know that you did this last summer
You're killing of girl Adamushko, evushke
coined the image of the body in Nepridumannoe
He has dissolved the fog actually
ridiculous sculpture Tsereteli
with the appearance of a model living in the Garden of Eden
but fell tiaras, lights went out on the modem
you come up with it myself and fell only in thought
completely forgetting about the meaning
but more - more, you're on the way married
you come up with yourself goals
I came up with what is normal to get up in the morning barely
to go where all the hate and thoughts turbid
I came up that it's okay to love vermishelli and dumplings
invented forget about a dream to visit Delhi
I came up with not to remember how to meet the sunsets bagreli
invented not see how you pusteesh
and in my heart there is nothing on the real you
invented afraid of the morning look in the mirror
because in the eyes of another is reflected smoldering hope
Bezden you swim out of the swamp of its kind
the girl of five years on the windowsill sat
She seemed very real to you from all
and no matter what it was fucking Tuapse
You talked all night about everything
drowning in the morning dew
legs loose black soil
she said that she dreamed of becoming an actress
you - I always wanted to be an astronaut
I ate promised that hold the wings
Sea seemed vast plateau
the moon shone Argenta
but inevitably ran dial
where is she now? Now where are you?
It turned into a series of payments
salary, wages, salary
not to lose it would not have crucified vinnovtogo
Pontius Pilate
All that remains to us
a pair of vivid memories
and trampled into the ground gobies
Cigarette decayed in an attempt to introspection
set on fire on lighthouses
in search of answers
we look at the earth
reveling in the verses of the dead poets
someone Heed the sky
in aircraft tails
or constellations of stars
all told about us
lifting last toast