Finding your way so hard
So many people so close and so far
Standing apart in a huge crowd
The cop will go to the bold, and send him to hell;
And the people are simple, blaspheme him drunk
With faith in oneself as in the devil himself
Looking cattle in the eye, hand on the table
Declares that he remains faithful to the Pastor;
Slum kids admire fireworks
Passing measures, on the Mercier, on the fierce
He is sick of loneliness, sick seriously
He looks at them through a veil of bitter tears;
In the office at dawn, diffusion began
Ilusion penetrated his reality
There on the ottoman puff with the look of like a pro
Mephistopheles himself sat cross-legged;
On the street, deliveries began. Dick knows what, but not Kazakhstan weed.
See the ambulance near the children asleep on the bench
Million manifests try just send
But fuck everyone standing in line at the mafte;
The city has become like a hungry dog
Against the background of it, your lambardzhini looks wretched
This street is dirty, this street is still
Look, as it were, it was not the Danilov brothers who were taken away to the last refuge;
Outside the window, it’s heat, then snowstorm, here is the jungle felts, the tundra felts
There are two cops, Timon and Pumbaa, what hides the flowerbed
They are waiting for a felon addict client
But in the bushes in socks is the son of a senior official;
While the rattles reflected the moon
A boy in striped pajamas was dancing at the entrance to the Duma
Mer city muzzle proudly not beautiful
She became even more wretched upon seeing the boy screaming so much;
This world is from a dream, as if resident evil
Execution awaits you, and you thought the total treasury
Everything reaches for the light, realized only late
Stop the planet, I will go out into space.
