Текст песни маша шеридан - на злобу дня, на добрую память

Newsreels so similar promises
but suddenly you're asking now shuts down
but I do not dare, I shy away from the past forlornly
these corridors and darker with every step
not the program we read Jonathan seagull
we knew it would be fashionable at the outset
and still in school sought
liberation from physical education
often simply skipped
on rain gutters then played Fur Elise
you me dorisoval this city to san francisco
but hopeless sobriety led us into the abyss
and the soul is not a disease, it just is
now is not written and will be written - it turns out,
not poetry as well, which is bestebyatina
let the bureaucrats are not allowed in the desert oasis
here we put the bellies of real happiness

you want to hear me one more time
stupid words for three thieves chord
you want to see me only once
on red snow with his throat cut
but this girl wears my clothes
and all day instead of me doing nothing
I am not afraid of death among dull furniture
because I was not here and never was

a neighbor Tatiana son some strange
he had visitors he takes me a glass
ask how things yes mother glasses locked
but pulled out and dragged into the garage father drunk
stalled in the pocket Pasha Kashin bus skidded on a curve
and that's on me four overload someone then g
we see the country your blue astronauts
abandoned you and fly through the sky like a grenade
we erect monuments round and square
man-made and probably ephemeral
it is in the public transport we would get
last bullet of the 20th century
we met in the evening spy swap
Then I put on the red dry and you're on black
now on the deck of the Titanic will dance the tango
Tango on the topic of the day on a good memory