Текст песни абстракции ВОЛЬЕР - Ю

- "Hook, two in the glass and without surrender."
Expectations, a wheelbarrow, shines on the asphalt of streets
Arsenalnoy - repair. Rows a shovel,
Somewhere the snow probably leaves yellow
Thundering basses here not allowing me to cool in the cold
While alive - interact directly.
Outposts will make you wrap yourself in mud,
Tightly sliding all shutters
I can not say goodbye silently, I say directly
I try a new one at a time, for two not to be in captivity here
For a new pair of my eyes in the glass mirrors - I'm the same
And to become a couple of meters higher, I probably can
But I did not bunch in the front. There is generally something significant !?
In addition to clumsy lines in a row and the hustle and bustle of roads
Salute, I stand on the threshold and on my feet, then with difficulty
It is important for us to be out of work, to be at least a little led

Do not tie a tongue, on business - you want to go home,
Today quarrels, tomorrow help - will fly the world.
Mirage, fog, liters with strength - a syndrome of decisive themes,
Frappit, multiply, in detail to beat out refinement.
At the height of bitter words and bile in a fit of cares,
We sit around the graves at night, reveling in the trash.
In glasses of one hundred grams, will speed up the hands of the clock
As a convict in paradise, a sufferer, a convict, a scoundrel.
He will cure without injections, the well is full by the evening,
Well in the evening is full, three stops to the house.
Metro, tram, trolley, midnight - insolent handwriting
Than to meet sunsets sleepy, smears a word, and what for?
Let's order, - hear the barman, pour it, we drink for our health,
Sing, we say, we will salt all the incidents that spoil the blood
A drop will cover us, in the morning walk like a corpse.
One hundred and thirty-third route, Crosses, Kalinin, Streams,
And there on the weave till the carp, into the courtyard, delight, shut up