сын Дени - Жюль Верн - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

For the second day in a row, Joseph is shaking with fear at the veterinary clinic.

That's my cat's name; they're giving him an IV.

The Acana food gave him gastritis, which could develop into an ulcer.

And the great writer Franz gave him his name.

The fat doctor talks nonstop and doesn't listen at all.

Asks questions I answered just a few minutes earlier.

Tells about changing medications on the second day of treatment.

While the lump trembles under my palm, his eyes downcast.

At the end, he suggests buying hairball food.

A complete bastard. What kind of food? He hasn't eaten anything for three days. I feel like they're screwing me out of almost 30 rubles on the bill.

But it shouldn't be more than 12, I didn't bother looking into it.

It's funny, but when my grandmother was diagnosed with lymphoma,

I was more worried about whether my ex would finish her exams.

I was having sex with a schoolgirl in a Silverfish in the entryway of my apartment building.

And I delayed going to the hospital for more than a month.

In the end, I finally went, but I felt uncomfortable.

They didn't let me smoke, and the conversations were still bland.

She felt better later, but since that day, I've been afraid of funerals.

Afterwards, they might force me to stay until the evening.

For the wake. I don't know what I could talk about.

My parents are probably horrified when they hear this.

But I'm just trying to be sincere—that's how they raised me.

My only relative is my cat, but he doesn't give a damn about me.

I complain about life after achieving material well-being.

It makes me sick, like I'm a bitch.

After a new day, I throw my body on the sheets.

The most masculine thing left is the ability to squeeze out tears.

These aren't white people's problems, but white teenage boys'.

It's easy to insult yourself with scratched fists.

Saying who you are is quite sincere.

The main character is the same as Detouche, only in rags from a fart.

The most vulgar comparison I'm capable of.

But I don't give a shit at all. I'll soon start rhyming with verbs.

I still can't imagine this life, so at least I'll show off.

Every word is an endless repetition and a low-grade representation.

I'd throw myself off a bridge into the water.

Just so I don't have to hear your whisper.

Chewed. toothless crowd

Frightening, completely unfamiliar to me

And I would like to see the sea

And seagulls

with a letter tied to my leg

And in that letter

At the very bottom

Pieces of your little nails

The letter itself is empty

The letter itself is empty

Too many words spoken

I was always alone

Jules Verne never saw the sea

And I never loved