Текст песни Конец фильма - Вниз

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You walk higher and higher steps
You walk, but you don't move, the roof is moving
And there is no more sense, no strength - there is a cornice
Hold on! Where are you going? Even you!
E E7 E E7
Down, down, down, down ...

From sterile intellectuals
Into the darkness and dampness of the basements,
To feed all dreams and ideas
Cockroaches, rats and snakes.
Down, down, down, down ...

There is music of spheres and faceted glasses
In the sky - Gagarin, in the mine - Stakhanov
And only two colors: black and white,
To designate the soul and body,
Soul and body, word and deed
Where truth and faith diverge.
Down, down, down, down ...

Evil is from good, like from mother to son
Victory for the first one to shoot in the back
If you lose yourself, you gain the whole world
Rome needed Caesar. Caesar took this Rome.
Down, down, down, down ...

From Kant to Nietzsche, from the stars to the swastikas -
Powerlessness of spirit, dishonor of power
Crucified Savior with the robber,
If you are born Icarus, you will die as Herostratus.
Down, down, down, down ...

Game without rules, restrictions lifted
Like the devil in god, reflections in mirrors
The moon is a well of endless sleep
But even in the fall you cannot reach the bottom,
With all the desire not to reach the bottom!
Down, down, down, down ...

- Doctor, I think I'm knee-deep in the ground ...
- You are too suspicious, surpass over your shoulder!
- Doc, tell me, where does the earth in my lungs come from?
- What are you, my friend, you just have a cold!
- But it's dark here, it smells like a cellar and there's nothing to breathe
- Shh! They're doing an autopsy, don't interfere!

Am G Am
Will I remember how I was
G Am
Why did you come here, whom did you know and love?
G Am
After all, not for the sake of truth, not for the sake of art,
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Where are the sources with which to check the feelings?

- How long have you been writing, young man?
- Quite a long time ago.
- Strange, why all this shit?

Complexant, loser and pessimist,
But in fact - a superficial person,
People's artist for me too!

It is filled with bile
The face is paler than a melon
He considers everyone a trifle
He is consumed by pride!

His claim to some higher truth -
Burst membrane
His undisguised sincerity
Like a beggar's wound!

Am E
Blessed are the poor, for they have already been chosen by God!
Am E
Blessed are those who weep, for they will pour out justice for themselves!
Am E
Blessed are the meek, for they will leave in peace!
Am E
Blessed are the seekers, for they will not find what they were looking for!
Those who did not judge will be forgiven!
The simple-minded will see God!
The peacekeepers will be sent to prison with the prophets!
Paradise to the exiles - a kingdom with the poor!

/ Name of the Rose / ... And under the heels of these elders and, bending over them,
and over the throne, and over the evangelical quarter, almost not
differing among themselves because of the luxury of the finest artistry,
reducing their variegated properties to a splendid identity,
equal difference and different equality of them, one in otherness and otherwise in
unity, family assistance, perfect proportionality
joints, conjugation of inflorescences, like a constellation of the sweetest
the consonance and connectedness of the suits are essentially third-party, as a combination,
conjugate to the host of zither strings, as a consonant and contiguous contiguous
neighborhood, akin to an essential inner strength,
focused on consistency of meaning even in the craziest game
as varied as the pattern and juxtaposition of creatures
incompatible, but uniting in reciprocity, as the fruit of a love
the union concluded by the omnipotent council is tantamount to both heavenly and
secular, the strongest everlasting conjugation of the world with
love,