Izubr - А мало слов не проще, чем слишком много... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And few words are not easier than too much, because in “a lot” you can boil, dance with a verb, it is cold in a cloth of the text, your legs are freezing, you are standing on a round stage, you understand, naked, neither up, nor down, you scrap the spine with a fingernail, you will hire The skin will come out the core, the singer who broke the sound on a high note, Zazi in the subway - is unacceptable, unaccounted. Everyone walks poke their finger: “hockey” ... Yes, tank, tank on the tank, well, star, all hockey, hockey ... They would have touched the withers, and after tea and something to wrap themselves. And you are in sight - it doesn’t matter, a minute, an hour, public attention of the Keeper. Solon said: "Until you die - unhappy. You die - they will write something on the granite."

Over the year, years - no matter how much they fidget, the further the more and more all lousy. Understand, fox, this is already serious - the gray neck has the beak more acutely. Then collect bloody beads in the snow, smear sadness on the surface. Understand, dumbass, the little prince crashed, his earth tamed too fiercely. The crane no longer invites you to visit, the crane ended with the reflection, he eats a cereal expired according to GOST, he is full of evil, resentment and disgust ... Well, what are you standing, unclear? Shekel for fish ... Dreaming? About bread, warmth and grains ... Run rather from a crazy neck, run, soon, please, I will cover.

And from the sky he sprinkles, pouring a thick semolina, as if everything was happening again, let me go for a minute, I’m visiting my mother, I won’t run away, well, here you are honestly. Let upstairs, I immediately hug my dear, touch the green branches, listen to the seagulls ... Listen, dear, or maybe they, sit down, feed Cerberus, drink tea, hug her, you understand, touch the branches ... and drink a nectary there there - No, not pulling? Olympus is destroyed during the Second Soviet and there is now there is a kindergarten "Neftyanik". Pompey, by the way, died in the streams of lava, I heard that no one came out of there. Lutility drooped, the laurels faded together, sit down, a friend, and well, of all those who are higher.

Our plane takes off, runs around the field, belts, windows, armchairs, a bag in his hands. It all ended inadvertently, no one understood, two brittle words cracked on the floor. And then - everyone is fine, but I'm not in the subject, but I’m roaring a beluga, frost on the skin, it's over, the rooks flew away for a long time and the circus left, the clowns, by the way, too. On the tank Tanka, Lana in an airplane, by train ... However, enough, uninteresting, focusing. We must not die in the trash. Belts, windows, field, bag, chair. Two words are too few even for hockey, but no longer, the mortals, the miserable, hold, keep my find in my pocket, such a key to freedom, hook, and a master key. The fox runs away, traces-chains, for which it is all to me for what reasons.

What are you there, do not be sad, these are all the flowers. The earth has tamed you too tightly.