Текст песни Мори - код реальности головной боли

every dream I take is based on a reality code
every morning starts with a headache
coffee and two cigarettes on the outskirts balcony,
lips went numb, as if pumped with Botox.
I collect my belongings, without saying goodbye, I try to slip away
the door creaks treacherously, waking the owner
in the evening he will throw a scandal, I can’t fall asleep
but not from a surge of strength - but from a fit of rage.
one hundred years of loneliness in a wireless network
the last of the Buendía clan, although young in body
I will make goldfish by the cold stove,
but the next morning I’ll forget and leave home.
in the fog I’ll see the silhouettes of familiar people,
a passing Volvo will dispel my illusions
I will live in silence for another day
remembering the one who loves the other.
in angry silence spread across the floor
so that boots knock on me like puddles.
for some I was sweet, for some vulgar,
for someone sick, but someone needed.
the ashes of this world light up in the heart
a spark in my eyes turned into flame
we see the world like this because people are gray
we only remember the bad - we have a crap memory!

I will lose the key to the intercom - the neighbors will not let me in
they don’t recognize me, because I am not at home
gray glasses without glasses and in the view is empty
instead of whiskey from a glass I will drink raw water
stones gather in the cemetery in the mountains
my family and friends
they don’t remember me, because I was not at home
in my gray glasses I'm just a stove on the grave

with a bunch of numbers and words
but under her -
nothing
living.