Текст песни Саша Сэнс Прохоров - Я не тот, что надо

I am not what I need.
The day is not what you need.
Here is the fate of the squares,
Inscribed in a circle.
Not such walls.
Horror dresses.
Polyethylene
The beds are covered.

Not exactly.
And not so wanted.

Everything is foreign.
As if inside out ..
Brother takes Borjomi,
Scorning booze.
There is no saint in me.
Only tops of doubt.
I smell east.
And bloody foam.

I am not what I thought.
Rude me and dusty.
How sullen
The tale has come true ..
Foreign sockets,
Domes, birches ..
The air is too caustic.
The evening is too late.
I don’t care
It is strange and ridiculous.
In the morning - only thirst.
Plus bits of bread.
In the evening - a knapsack
With unopened vodka,
In the sky too loud
From someone else's prayer ...
Because I can not sleep.
Sleep only dead.
Hide your faces.
A miracle will not come to you.
But letters will come to you,
Guests, parcels,
Because life
Need to be satisfied.
You need to be neat
Kind, heroic
You need to be a soldier.
Need to be typical ..
Sad and silent
You walk the herd.
I'm not purebred.
I'm not the right thing.