Текст песни ННТКЗ30 - Книги

I owe everything good in myself to books
I owe everything good in myself to books

I read the first at seven
adventures of a little man in the land of villains
I don’t know how it ended
older brother tore out the last pages

then there were many textbooks and manuals
theories and practices - everything is very interesting,
especially about the Greeks, who proved their theorems on the sand,
and in the morning the tide washed away all the correct answers

staggered around the city with a book like an ax under his arm
I was looking for someone to cut my head off, in the end I struck my
a headless horseman with a spear at the ready
preferring the feathers and shell of a turtle to armor
in search of children, at a depth of twenty thousand leagues
cut mohawks to friends, and suddenly I
Ravens, dogs and sirens began to scare

how is it all arranged there, what is everything from?
who is to blame and was the snow as cold as
it seems that the doors have opened
a little sun in the water seems to have been the very last summer
on the archipelago (in principle, Crimea could also be an island)
all these stolen treasures
how the steel was tempered in the direction where the wind is
I was looking for in a story about a real person

then a swamp of love and bliss,
could not understand toli pechorin, toli onegin
here my belly was completely torn, like that nag,
some kind of rusty buckshot,
thank you Mikhail Yurievich Lermontov
tatiana rostova, larina natasha
dreams full of idiotic marmalade
dirty plates for breakfast
unfortunate observations of one's own behavior
goodbye great era, it's me .....
how did i feel bad

then fat about the dude who was cheated on by his wife, who is like a trap
he seems to have taught or was just drinking,
worse than her was only about one who did not drown, but I did not finish reading it either - I threw
unread like mines on the field drove me crazy
and it seemed that all that was left was my struggle

saved by nausea at the very edge of the night
I vomited vomited vomited until the morning
stories, novellas, novels, stuck in quotation marks tore out tonsils and slit the tongue in two.
on a drunken ship with only dissenters
the calm dragged all its nebulae and blizzards through me
in one whore overcoat poorly understanding the laws of time
by car of differences from wonderland drove
straight into the wall

the books that burned me
the books that ate me
the books that overtook me
the books that penetrated me
the books I've become
books I ended up in
books that became true
books I don't need anymore
books I don't need anymore