Текст песни Капитан Ненавидит Море - Впитывай

Someone fit his gut size
When meeting with the windshield,
And frontal syndrome, like a mass grave,
Supermarket showcase will continue to absorb.
Someone is engraved on building sites.
In sad poses on steel pins.
A molecule of good, tore a flock
Trying to pass off the beginning.

Someone became someone in a fading bouquet of everyday life.
Mortar brick deadlocks.
Vanilla monolithic pont roads,
And songs of tin gods about the fact that we are all Coca-Cola.
Slippery body has become the soul
Enough between the tendons of time to live your age
In the longing of the multiband highways gray,
In the shadow of wreaths, chippers and hidden mounds of quarries.
The matter of the results washed each of us without bribes and kickbacks,
But we need and we will. After all, we are people.
Damped fuse of evolution, in nine circles of the constitution,
With a crystal heart, supposedly forbidden to show
On plasma panels in the pauses between advertising and serials.
Someone pointed a way with us with his finger, but there is not much time for collecting luggage.

And walk long ...

After all, the disco has just begun,
And we would have a tablet of courage
To dance all the commandments in time
And the car of Christ in the bosom to meet the dawn
Unseen sizes
After all, someone did something for this bad concert,
To avoid becoming a placebo, with a bony grip.
Someone will have enough bread, and someone will squeeze the stones without residue.

We are ordered to be what we should become.
Going through the baggage at will
That you can not take
Hope without clothes
Fresh unlabeled
As the waters of the spring.
The plans parade of planets and the end of color.
Colorless romance, without freedoms and rights.
Only shade and dust. How poetic is it
Starched people in poses of paired dogs.

It was squeezed like this, where they used to be only shorn and washed.
Dry coast grieved about the tide.
But the captain hates the sea you forgive my friend.
Regatta on thawed patches, I'm also waiting for spring.
Srezzh if you can carefully your top layer
Wash with second water, third cover sheet.
Just wrap it up. All you need
By connecting the cord of the umbilical cord of the motherboard.

Something is not my good ...

After all, it seems your color scheme has cracked
And the eternal show without you has become a bleached set of end results.
With an unbearable degree of transparency, and an incredible amount of fractions in the halo.
And for the sake of this, what if the stars are lit by those who need it?
The guys from under this mad sun it's time to dump!
Anywhere!
Through empty pockets, through basements with a single lamp,
Through the dense midnight park, through the arches in the hearts of the already long-burnt wounded animals.
Sticking myself up under umbrellas in cocktails,
Just to not wake up in the same bed with a scorched past
At the bottom of the hottest boiler room.
What did you want?
Or did you think that angels will fly to your pissing kitchens
And wings disperse melancholy and grief?
These people behind my back have already taken out almost everything
And you will eat it all.
After all, you cannibals of the twenty-first century took over the right
Standing at the end of the food chain,
Wet but tenacious fingers
Scratch something that you will never find.

Call the doctors, let them better cut everything out.
And the pointing finger of fate, and all the holidays,
And all the possibilities, and all possible options for events
Where you become people is amazing.
After all, it is not for you.
After all, you have a series of identical days.
And the grieving captain at the bottom hates the sea for the water column,
Which separates it from the sun and from the breath of precious air.