Lyrics Дядя Jackie - Большие надежды

Alas, time is not enough for us not only on pip stops
Either I'm stuck strictly replicas so much
In the texts that carry away the nearest gutter
Well, here is collected the belongings to the East

A pile of metropolitan overturns seem pathetic
The American dream has decayed here in a communal apartment
After a rain, a chill, then a satyr evening
If there was an article, then the liver was planted earlier

I was running from death to the West
In moments of sadness after the East
Believe it or not, your fucking tomorrow may just not come, you still wait

And the ashtray in the kitchen reminds bullfight
There are so many gobies, a portless dock
Each is extremely simple, but no limit is visible
And I bleated with joy yesterday, no offense

Zdraste and yet, those who kind of indulged
I'm here on the sale of happiness in boutiques
And disassemble the parts of the heretic
I am full of strength only when my glass is full

And I would oversleep for a year
Instead of the manor grotto
I would offer the hand of death, then surely
before the wedding will heal

All the same drops and wet snow under the window
I imagined there was no sky, the fiber
The rest was delayed and the other was not given
Give your hand, then.