Текст песни Обе-Рек - Раздолбай Живет во Мне

The nonsense is ringing in the pocket
To fill time
Unborn poems
And not come true inspiration

Winter wait with wool patience
Aloofly, like an old man
No childish surprise
And with pragmatics and in Moscow

Dolt lives in me
One hundred roads and the ashes of thousands of fires in one fate
Flocks of hot lines about love and war
Dolt lives in me
Gouge

The memory is firmly sewn to the wings.
Feathers less all year from year
We went cold with age
Toli still bad weather

Traffic lights, cars, people
Supermarkets and advertising
Everything is mixed up like in a fast dish.
Unsalted, no seasoning

Dolt lives in me
One hundred roads and the ashes of thousands of fires in one fate
Flocks of hot lines about love and war
Dolt lives in me
Gouge

No luck with this, how to deal
Half, maybe more
Where thin, increasingly torn
And in general, everything has become thinner

Three guitars and the voice of faith
Like they got a little quieter
Everything was quiet behind the door
But again, as if I hear

Dolt lives in me
One hundred roads and the ashes of thousands of fires in one fate
Flocks of hot lines about love and war
Dolt lives in me
Gouge

And summer is all laughing
By gently pressing the blue
Stars shine all the same light
And comets fly as before
But changing faces of loved ones
And consciousness slips in the flow
Autumn burns golden leaves
Morning hiding in the east

Dolt lives in me
One hundred roads and the ashes of thousands of fires in one fate
Flocks of hot lines about love and war
Dolt lives in me
Gouge