Текст песни Луперкаль - Aндрей

Hello everyone! His name is Andrew. And he withered again.
After all, the parish is conceived. And he is in other worlds what an hour.
Dots from injections, partakas on stooped shoulders ...
Skinny drug, think, he even has ribs sticking out.

All under the nose of grumble, the drill drills the brain bark. Sat down
relax. Here the smut circled like a carousel.
There are syringes between the grass, and the whole lawn is densely strewn with them.
Mothers' tears will easily fill more than one pool.

Somewhere poppy is sown to this day, from the Yenisei -
echo of hollow veins. It was drawn to the Mother See, in the canopy
to the huckster. Dragging behind him like a seiner nets,
this thrill, then to return in grief to someone's family.

Here I am, scattered in the north, weeding out the shit.
Between prison and this pernicious passion, I seek the meaning of the seed.
What is the matter with you, tell me, my Russ? If the darkness dissipates
there is light in the souls, then we will bend everything, from the foolishness of the okosey.

There we will smoke with Senya, then we will throw ourselves with Anka and Lyudka.
We'll blow up with Natakha and in a frenzy we'll spawn bastards.
Let's fly out the window as a giant bird, fearing glitches.
We laugh and scoff, because in fact - absolutely give a fuck.

Fuck rap about healthy lifestyles and horizontal bars, for a long time he imposed on the teeth.
Believe me, these yards are far from the streets of Elms.
Only here Andrey doesn't care: Mavashi or Kasta,
Grotto or DiMasta ... The gaze stared at the clear sky.

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It's a pity, but the gray walls of buildings do not save from all blizzards!
After all, the takeoff road to the ground beckons to heaven ...

Hello everyone! He is somewhere over 20, his name is Andrey.
Over the winter, it dried up, turned yellow, lost a third of weight ...
People wondered: Is it possible to grow old so quickly?
Can you burn out so quickly? And you ask the witches ...

That shabby mattress again and burns on the wrist.
Throat eats heartburn and you are unlikely to get out of the ass
this, if your reason is chewed by passion.
The veins are pinched and there is a solution in the syringe that burns so caustically.

Fuck you poor man or you are a major, forget about the shorts.
No short sleeves. Come on, call Ashot!
Although no, he will not lend any more, but something must be done!
And the rays painfully cut the eyes through the cracks in the curtains.

From the "City of Roads" receiver, a list of hucksters in the receiver.
Black circles around the eyes on the list of local kids.
Blood on the fingers. I did not notice how I combed the abscess.
Half an hour later, the gifts of poppy plantations were dug ...

Andrey was buried in May, together with the whole yard.
The corpse was carried over the threshold, so the ferry departed
into another world, carrying with him the soul that has destroyed the vice.
Faded posters on the walls: rap ... rock ...