Текст песни найтивыход - сентябрями

everything will come back to you sooner or later:
pseudophilosophy from your lips -
it is the inevitable end of everything and everyone.
I’m unlikely to taste again
wind and water waves
that cool summer
and what seemed absurd to me before,
a child's fantasy with a sick secret
now perceived with a smile.
we didn't know even a fraction of the future before,
and now I learn the past by heart.
unlucky and sick
every parish I say goodbye to the world.
cramming ridiculous factors into your dumbass.
for once they took a risk with you,
now to the apartments.
and you have Hennessey and rum in your aftertaste.
or a pint of beer with a pizza to make it tastier.
you spend the night watching movies and books
and you sew the relationships of bygone days with threads,
people who suddenly became indifferent
will forget parks, streets, river ships.
and they unexpectedly write to me
"I miss the war between the populations."
they write to me "there is no God", and that's it.
and it is unlikely that the thoughts of amethyst will blind us with a diamond
found rest at the bottom.
I am baked and my soul is pure.
I shouldn't look for a blank slate
to jot down some thoughts.
into the furnace readings and poems,
I'm so tired that I'd rather die.
please take me back
so that the memory of days gone by
do not burn from dusk to dawn.
the only way out of the situation is
slowly immerse yourself in a vat of sulfuric acid
veiled old age.
your nerve endings will remain numb
in the cold or melt in the heat
or the brain outside.
everything old has long been forgotten
all thoughts are torn to shreds
through the efforts of future faceless mannequins,
cut out with a simple figure,
and in cinemas you can only cry
in the last seats.
you remember me in the first few days
and the lights in your window will break through with fragments
September.
and my thoughts.