Текст песни Рем Ди - Настя

I turned the vase over, I almost vomited again on their snouts at once, due to the spasm, the pain of a strained eye, everything was so wretched, obscene, dirty. It’s dangerous for me among those joys, to cleanly cover my eyes with a plaster hastily, and I fucked all these cheap fables than not to see not to hear, what could be more beautiful? But I went far from their passion, apparently of the wrong color, forgot their epostases, in my caste, while in the rest I see only the swastika handwriting that no one needs ... and this girl I remembered another, the one who trembled, played with different colors, the body burned with virgin guilt, and what now became of Nastya, with her passion? The eyes disappeared, the rubbed hollows of sadness and sadness tore their brains to pieces and were silent, in the clouds of bar smoke, pretty intoxicated black mascara was already running down my cheeks.
Sergei, Serezhenka is either a friend, or a husband, something about feelings, mm, yeah, the wine became empty and swallowed the wilderness, Nastya, come on, eat better over there on the menu sh!
And there they jammed pale vodka, more than once repaired, they were driven into chairs, dumped into the depths of consciousness, it smelled of drama, leaky frames did not help, leaked ladies complemented the din with the walls, the shuffling of glasses of the romance of a faded shawl, blind glances, oozing pus from charm, this was nearby, my eyes looked into the mugs, what a shame? let's kill her with drunken sluts! Leisure thoughts, idle gossip, endless mass feed on supper, the pictures are blurred, the containers are drunk, like the glasses of fate are broken, but poured in a new way with heat.
The wine whispered about the old, I was already thinking I was crazy or something? I didn’t heed the pain in my eyes, I stabbed my eyes and under the hair without looking ... that spring they cut off both legs of my uncle Kolya ... I looked at my mother under the ceiling, swallowed a lump, screamed then, rushed away then, set off with dreams and an umbrella, left a small old house full of sorrow. Tears were wiped out to the point of dust, my eyes were captivated for a moment and closed, they forgot, it’s impossible to stir it up as we lived, I saw the veins, how the cheekbones played, fuck, but somehow they still lived!
And I remembered this bitch different, different thoughts, phrases, the meaning of what was said, now she was facing me, but with her back, and now what happened to Nastya, what kind of misfortune? Cut wrists, leaking veins, ampoules of blind happiness, the aura faded long ago , burned bridges, different bonfires, dirty places. A trembling chin buried in my shoulder, in the sense that it had nothing to do with it, nothing about it, she still gave warmth, beat her hands on the table, shouted the fool that, but it was not that. sobbing, breathing heavily, depriving me of showing myself to be a harsh type, but my look as an enemy was wild, and only when I sipped cognac for a moment I went limp and wilted ...
I was just sorry, sorry for that communal dump, Uncle Colin's rocking chair, the eyes of three-year-old Misha, there was a dumb question in them, I hadn't heard from birth and gave birth to many tears. Sorry for the letter of a brother dressed in camouflage, letters without an addressee, sorry for the floor, sorry for the house , it's a pity that it's finished and closed, dug and buried, and behind the scenes Nastya's sad look ...
The fresh air was sobering, but I didn’t really drink, it flew like a gray splinter, threatening to crush from four sides, a peron met me to see me off ...