Сергей Dжим - Серебро - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There is, as it were, what's the matter-it seems to me that we are all moving up and down on the stairs ...

Rotating in the same environment, you begin to notice changes. These people are like that: this one died, they killed this, someone tied it up, someone lay down in a psychiatric hospital, someone left to become someone and look like that: all the remaining have difficult fates (who is without a father, and whoever And without legs, who is an alcoholic, someone can’t get out of someone, all of it is niots - many visitors living is not clear how in this city for many years ...) Yes, I myself came recently - I wanted to do music, but it turned out that I work for days and money There is no longer enough - well, to nothing and to music, this is probably the walk up and down on the stairs, and I live in the gray area of the city - I moved in January and this place seemed to be a black hole ventilated by all winds and You look around-at a neighbor, neighbors, at home neighboring at home-and there every day is an ambulance and out of conversations, fragments of phrases you can hear that someone contacted the boys, someone sticks out, someone is thumping, someone steals surprisingly-there is Still working in factories - this is the city of factories - did I not mention this?) Are there entrepreneurs - and they also do not have Everything is smooth - he heard himself: the one who kept the store - his son hanged himself, from the other that he was traded in shoes, friends killed his son for a hundred thousand, and even we had a man at the base - he was engaged in eggs - it sounds funny?, and a good man It was - so, the car hit him yesterday, so knocked down that they could not collect in the morgue

Yes, you will look around and it feels like the millstone roll, chews, and those who tell you about these cases are similar to the rods on which they rotate, the rods are always out of business, you cannot be a rod, but you don’t want to be in business. Sometimes pebbles fly out from under the teeth-there, far, far, you dream about it, but you think, rubbing the sore stomach: Lord, how not to get into the flywheel?

Depression, family problems, recalculation of reality.

We all rise and go down this staircase up and down, and your handwriting will soon become completely illegible, well, as you know, translated ...

I'm so scared, doctor

What else can I do with me?

We tried everything

Could not take root

Only the holes remained, only

Scars on the skin

and dreams at night

stupid dreams in which I see the sky

Doctor, believe me, I'm not a pest

I am happy to move in the direction of old proven truths

I don't swear with God - I just sleep with him

icon under the side and a passport from above

The pillow unfortunately fell asleep

Doctor may because I am silent

Words crawl out like this - layer by layer

Drinking between insomnia and spring

I'm stupefying:

Well, in the sky a mess

how can this be so - to lower honesty so many, the right to be

In this country where so much pain has not been disappeared

From broken hopes ... Doctor!

I stomped in your hallway for weeks and years

You know everything about me, you even diagnosed mom

Doctor, what's wrong with me? -

I see the sky, you just have to close my eyes ...

Not a dick for yourself! - This is a reaction to diazepam!?

Are you worried? Wow, what?

You can’t see the sky ... more often? ... less often?

you can see, you only need to be silent, do not say, no-do

Have mercy, I was not going to scream

your hysteria doctor is harmful to the body

Remember in these cases you prescribed me peace and enema

The funny thing is that the orderlies were absolutely disagreed with you,

In order to cure me, they had to work with their feet,

But you know, a doctor, even with a broken nose

I saw the sky - it spun and was approaching askance,

Doctor, hear - it drove between me and the walls,

Separated from everyone, not seducing Masha, Vera, Lenami

took a credit card and a banner from his hands,

Everything is not so bad, doctor, breathe deeper, I know you,

Your potential has not yet been exhausted,

The state will drive you its patients,

Lord God and you have dandruff?!

Are you often silent too much? You have no one to talk to - what kind of background is this?

But it turns out:

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