Текст песни Николай Бутират - мы выдумали того кому не насрать на всех

a man who pretends to be happy
it is empty inside
but you see such
in front of you smiling world
Feel the fragility of illusions
I like the pen fell to the ground reality
I never know what I want
but I extracted from the syrup that that will come to the dream
the kitchen smells of gasoline
from drafts slams ventilator
lower strata of society after an hour from start to sparkle lived
in the corner of the icon bozhenka
Jesus tried interesting
We invented it who do not give a shit at all
we are alone
We share a room
combined wire
and you can not hear the cries for help
in the courtyard of alcoholics
I blyuyu from the balcony of a mixture of apathy

why this country
among billions of galaxies

let's go with me
all that we love is dead
you changed hate to love
as always before hitting the bottom

you and me there is no one to save
on the eighth day he sebal
We long have nothing to frighten
even the time on the clock

whom we have become
if it were covered from the rain with umbrellas
psychedelics did all equal
and mental lacerations fun
all men are crazy
most simply hides it
for their shortcuts
forgetting the years
searched
meaning or just nice words
in my life must be winter
What would happen spring