Текст песни Proba - Будильник

Well, here again, the weather turned bad .
6:15 AM , to work do not want to meet .
Because of yesterday's get-togethers to 3 ex - night
Blue bags under the eyes , and there they see , ask .
I like to go on the road to service shove bananas in his ears
And listen to some good music artist .
While riding the bus, and the glass pouring thunderstorm knocks on the window.
To run from the stop until runny currently not earned.
Listen notation about bags and other ...
Sign up for a funeral, attributed stiffs .
Such work . What now ? What now ?
Then come back covered in mud from the cemetery ,
Answer to a silly question : "why form as of assholes ? ".
And in the news to know that the rain will pour all week
But I do not like .

And every day I go to bed late, read a prayer for the night.
Ask for their loved ones living : health, good luck .
That at least one new day,
They lived a carefree and happy.
For those who are no longer with us :
I ask the indulgence of the heavens ,
Ask that you were not disturbed.
Land you down, forgive me
For the fact that we are on different sides .
Then, as always put the alarm clock on nine.
Why I do not know , one dick wakes up .
Then slowly crawl out of bed .
Wash, include any hop on the disk.
So that not only I, but also neighbors of sleep duration otkisli .
Insert the key in the door opening,
A couple of turns to work on foot.
And so every day of : gray houses , trees , people .
Is this is what is called life?

Evening thought , I decided to stay home.
Listen to music , sit just think .
I know that is not a good sign for the night ,
Still decided to get out , I wanted very much.
In the table opened the lowest drawer,
There's the old disk , a lot of different pictures .
I remember everyone from the company , but not all connected.
Wanted to see , damn , could not resist !
Of subjects in the memory Tears
A couple of years just wanted to throw in the past.
Call one who will never be able to .
See someone who does not yet know about the syringe and plunger.
Hand harvest at the meeting, but not as much as before .
Plenty of space in us, with time flies envy.
Such as " it was all smooth , and you already misses "
Kill such thoughts should immediately .
Angel gift , a gift from loved ones.
Okay, so sit and remember it as it was .
However, a lot of time spent , right now is not so .
I know this angel does not shoot twice.
Photos , letters , old notebooks with thoughts .
Until now, sometimes I write a rhyme broken .
See , as I see and I write with meaning.
Worry about yourself and think about loved ones.
Bit behind the sofa , under normal layer of dust.
Pulled , rubbed , boys on dnyuhu presented .
I remember , as it was then two days in a row lit star
And then ran out the loot was bad .
Here is the text Bro , from the hand -written .
Bars person you are, you're with me in my thoughts .
Do not forget that September was too hard ,
Sad life becomes when you lose loved ones.

And on weekends , I like to rybalochku advance .
Take plastic bottles of beer , bait.
6:15 AM , and I was already somewhere on the left bank of the Don sit .
One by one, Schmale , on the float look , nothing I guess.
That's just annoying that not bite infection .
Some corpses float probably live there no longer remains
Or the weather is not that I do not know .
Together with friends, as in the old days we would like.
But something is not right , all the children with their wives , a quarter of a century lived .
Lit would have , but it seems that everything is in the past .
I remember how to shave their heads go.
Guarding them from their neighborhoods, where they lived .
Sometimes I remember and laugh like a child,
Might go back , would have lived all over again !