собакой сдохъ - кости - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I'm not sitting here and you're not crying. In the evening, you're choosing a lace bra with C cups at your least favorite second-hand store on Lermontov Avenue. I'm in the center of Moscow lighting a Camel cigarette from a half-breed skinhead with a hangar lighter and there's a pink heart drawn on it. If I had a tram with me, the sun would light up with a crimson glow and his blood would drench me. You know, I'm really scared to imagine that there won't be any more tranquilizers left tomorrow. What is this if not avant-garde, damn it? You rejoice like a child at a birthday present when I smile and walk towards you. It won't be warmer outside anymore. It's not April, it's the cold north, and you're a bitch.

First, take off your clothes. Then the rest. I'm not here. Your baby face is so beautiful, and I'm having fun. I burned, hanged myself, cut my hands under a maneskin blade. This is depression. Two thousand one hundred twenty-six. We're together like your illnesses and my poems. I'm sober, I won't run into trouble. I don't need this. It's like I'm writing your name again on crumpled paper with a broken pencil, and with every word I'm absolutely stopping at least one fucking idiot from you. I feel sorry for them all. The night will come and everyone will scream, "Not me, please." But this greed will destroy you. Kilometers of steel. Come on, tired of fucking.

And we fall asleep, holding hands, like before. The Moscow Polytechnic University building will become my grave, the backseat of a Hyundai Solaris bought on credit, and you

standing here in front, smoking cigarettes, it would be better to have an incentive to get the fuck out of here, I'm wearing a Tommy Hilfiger jacket, I'm still waiting for you to come back, to fall in love, but the key to my heart is lost right in the woods, drunk, we both love synthetics, and you're naked as before, and politeness will end with the first ray of morning, it's better to spit out the sperm, but you're not the type to argue about quality of taste here.