Текст песни МБ Пакет - Алиса в Стране

Alice dreamed of some ravings.
She was going to visit her friends,
celebrate holidays
and maybe for one night become someone else's passion.
She had a few whitefish in the pack,
coat, bag, taxi,
bare knees
and around, no, you just think, and around the universe.
While driving, I remembered the former,
how he recently complained to her about the fact that nothing happened with his stupid videos,
okay, why bother nerves yourself again
now the office, have arrived.
Of course, that instead of sneaking
Alice was at her native mine,
for a year and a half she suffers from a telephone whore in a call center.
“Hello, Fedor Mikhailovich, Sberbank offers you a loan at a low interest rate.
Hello, Nikolai Vasilievich, we are pleased to announce that you are a special client for Sberbank.
Hello, Alexander Isaevich, no, wait, no need to write anywhere,
I'm only a twenty year old cunt
save me, fuck me
praise
tell me
something nice
for example, that when I die, my life will not be repeated again. "
But instead, he hangs up, thinking, “What the hell is this?”
never knowing that Sberbank wishes him good luck and a good day.
At this time, the plasma hanging by the far wall,
broadcast the distant echo of war.
The host said, so and so, they say,
Soviet troops took Odessa today.
To be honest
Alice is somehow far from politics,
her friends are discussing something, trying to understand
but she, for example, will not even be able to distinguish on the map
some Lviv or Kharkov there.
"The country does not need freedom, the country needs sausage, steel, wheat, rye
people are the same resource as iron and horses "
the nasty mass shouted from the TV.
Phoned a couple more ghosts
Alice took a leave and went out to smoke on the street,
lonely lantern went hunched over
and the seven circles of hell, symbolizing the seventy years of the empire,
still visible from the sight of nearby buildings.
While she was smoking a blue camel, Kolya Stavrogin came up to her,
he seemed to be seriously moved by something.
“I despise you all, I hate it, and I hate myself every new month ...”
“Yes, leave me alone, superman, you have hanged yourself for a long time.
And why is the author of my tale such a mediocre asshole,
couldn’t he transfer the scene to the restaurant, or at least to the macked? ”
In a second, Alice is already standing near the bar,
orders mojito, looks at the ridiculous waiters standing on the right.
suddenly, contrary to fate
a lousy greasy subject sits down to it:
“Girl, what's your name?”
Your eyes are like two emeralds!
Your hair hands
I understand my hopes will die now
but I still want to know that you will answer my dull-haired dregs? ”
Alice hardly whispered that she desperately wanted to wake up,
gets up from a chair, everything is spinning, spinning, spinning.
She woke up not far from the railway station,
dirty snow, the same sky, a sickening smell.
Around stood the military with playing cards instead of shoulder straps,
they looked like freaks from the circus, pretty pecking moonshine.
Stroking the royal cards,
some evil balding dwarf
shouted into his whole mouse throat:
“She didn’t go through modernization, cut off her head!”
A bunch of jacks stuck around Alice like Jesus once did,
they put it on the rails, tied it, followed the last instructions.
Alice began to scream - "you are all fake!", The dwarf replied - "no, honey, and why so howl,
you are not real, in this country only We are real ”
The next minute, the racing train shortened her neck,
freaks joyfully jumped, began to perform appropriate gestures,
Well, my heroine lay and recklessly decomposed under the rays of a neutral sun.
Alice will never wake up from this Country.

lived in a hurry, died in a hurry
buried in a hurry, and the soul
near here