Текст песни макулатура - последний друг

Little city Little Bar
Taxi train soon I said everything
Sold all words subsided fire
Packed Nalik to the new halls and garages in his pocket

Waiting for a knife to sing again tomorrow
In the morning he gets up in a car in a dream to stuff a bait
Wake up and look at the snow for a long time
This train is stupid
Maybe you're already dead hello

The border guard at point blank you froze both
Too unattainable mirages about home comfort
too similar to glitch has not been at home for a long time
Body empty capsule without a passenger cabin
Nothing to think about

Put the stamp take off and fall
Again, you need to run away from time to break
So fundamental to eat and fuck only carrion
Only a hangover will arrange everything in places

But it does not set off the blade froze at the throat
Distracted by the head of the head
Tearing here you go here to go here
In a children's dream, everything was the same but did not remember the smell

From the balcony type shampoo toilet room
Texture and voices and steps leading to the stage
I had just been thirteen for two minutes in a coma
To become anyone but not by awakening

The tour will not end
He is the last friend
In which I will erase yourself from the subcortex
In a draft in someone else's hut like a sheet in the wind
Swim with the flow like a corpse

The tour will not end
He is the last friend
In which I will erase yourself from the subcortex
In a draft in someone else's hut like a sheet in the wind
Swim with the flow like a corpse

Reality as water Ganges plays the game
I need a life buoy
I don't need a life buoy

Instant pictures instant flashes
Words are packed in marginal books
You went out in a general restless guy
I say to myself I go through the shuttle club

This glorious asphalt and fierce Russian wind
They spit who ordered Klinskoye beer in the buffet
The gloomy bartender will not answer who is playing today
Then the next doors to the next paradise

All on the rider friend of it yourself you wrote
The taxi driver drives under the nasry smells like pastries station
Instead of windows, mirror and eyes are pulled
Knit how much tobacco you have for a rainy day

I pierced this scene and cut off my ear
And when the latter leaves the water in the morning leaves
Accelerates REP time and you immediately abroad
Present moment the past froze in faces

Coins are falling in a jar of a jar shakes out of a car
Infinite evening in the ghetto stretches out middle -aged
Boyfriends again in the case what kind of city tell me
What kind of name who has this badzhik put me

I take off the piece with each new stop
To the finish, I am a fresh body with a faster body as a new thing
Pierced by five fates with this rect forever
Bowed as Agutin and Svetlana Loboda

The tour will not end
He is the last friend
In which I will erase yourself from the subcortex
Kvitok from the Bureau of Ritual Services
Swim with the flow like a corpse

The tour will not end
He is the last friend
In which I will erase yourself from the subcortex
Kvitok from the Bureau of Ritual Services
Swim with the flow like a corpse

The outlines of the last shore will disappear
I need a life buoy
I don't need a life buoy