dobbro - eti - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The aesthetics of trembling images of everything trembling, the world around us groans in spasms of the vocal muscles, don’t look at the host of meanings, just an acidic grin in packages inaccessible to children, headache

enter Russia without registration and SMS and registration speak burnt-out words through a socket and try again to get off the wheels by hitchhiking to Chelyabinsk or Kiev steal cigarettes from the souls of drivers at half past five Schopenhauer Poltava rushing by without Wi-Fi but with apples falling into your hands locked roofs and rainy eyelashes timidly touching benches on which we can still sleep; thousands listen to your music, but no one is ready to fit in hundreds of loneliness at night through the interrupted sleep, the headlights of taxi drivers and the meaninglessness of existence, the anthem of your manias and the groundless comfort of half-rotten sandwiches, the three of us have too many extra faces that don’t linger on film photographs taken by tired women there is nothing left except the Madlib minuses the holey surface of thought experiments you have the face of a tired zombie and I have too many people who need to be reprimanded for their text the weak skull can’t accommodate all of you don’t look at the world through my eyes the mentality of a stone that is rolling down a slope only borrowed words even these

Etruscans and Greece a bucket from the well of civilizations led to a tattered room, a microphone and three creatures, bourgeois thoughts for you, greedy middle-class children, choked voices through supermarket sarcophagi

and stores for sales when you die, know we conveyed

hello to those who went from those who did not stay

at the beginning of humanism the names are not signed whites migrated to the mestizo union union I don’t trust the world or I’m afraid of the belly of the offices of the plateau on