Текст песни Зимовье Зверей - Никто, кроме Нидше

I'm humming to dictaphones
                                     Am7 Am / C
To your friends old songs.
             Am7 Am / G Am / F # Am / G
I remember their phones,
               Am7 B7 (VII) Em7
To sing these songs together.

I propagate strange tales
On a faulty typewriter.
And traveling along the road till the junction,
Not even noticing the error.

            Am F # m7-5
My work is simple -
                  B7 (I) Em
I blow dust off the sheet
          Am F # m7-5
And I go to those places,
                     C B7
Where instead of dreams is emptiness.
                 Am F # m7-5
My routes are simple,
            B7 (I) Em
I cut the bridges.
             C Am B7 (I)
My work is as empty as the world,

In which there is no sense ...

| | Em | Em | Am | Am | F # m7-5 | B7 (I) | Em | B7 (I) |

I watch dramaturgy
In its not very logical niche.
I know exactly what others mean,
And I do not love anyone except Nietzsche.

I do not do without dreams and prophecies,
And what you want, you will find in it.
Of all the acquaintances of my loneliness
I choose where it is more reliable.

My work is simple -
I blow dust off the sheet
And I go to those places,
Where instead of words is emptiness.

My routes are simple,
I set fire to the tails.
My work is as empty as life,
In which there is no sense ...
(There is no point in pain.
There is only a will,
Will and pain ...)

I'm humming to dictaphones
To my friends new songs.
I forget their phones,
To forget these songs together.

Of all the acquaintances of my loneliness
I choose the one that is closer to me.
And again I lie to her - so, by the way, -
I do not love anyone, not even Nietzsche.

My work is simple -
I blow dust off the sheet
And I go to those places,
Where there is no chance out of a hundred.

My routes are simple,
I cut the bridges.
My work is as empty as you,
In which there is no sense ...