Текст песни Алексей Самолыго - Все идет по плану

And in the night
On a dirty alley.
Chewing a dry bakery
Pouring tape into my throat
You don’t know,
That the stars fall early
That everything is going
according to plan.

Since morning
Waking up late
Among the human range,
Yawning at the world
To the bird’s chir
You get up with a smile to the dump
After all, everything is going
according to plan.

Only in the afternoon
In the abyss of the incorporeal
Work damn place
For half an hour
Loosening
In the window you see: there is not enough space -
But everything is going
according to plan.

In the evening
You look at the sky:
No stars, no bottles, no bread.
Night rush
Like a bird. Is alive.
And a lot of birds attacked
And everything is going
according to plan.