Текст песни сын Дени - Лонгрид 2

Denis:
Mumbling something under your breath so that people take you for a crazy person
Imagining myself walking along the Seine embankment
An old doctor feeds dogs and complains about their deformities
I greet him imposingly and hand him a coin.
Thus begins a morning filled with possibilities.
A couple of hours later, my friend and I are drinking cider on the Rue de Beau Arts
In an old restored cafe with cobwebs on the windows
The waiter, whistling Schubert, serves us falafel.
But the smell of gasoline brings me back to reality.
Komarovka no longer serves good food
there is no one else to discuss Kirill Ovsyankin’s new verse with
For some reason they ask me to pay for free tea
At home views of battle rap streams of the ubermarginal
the face in the mirror looks more and more like a mentally retarded person
Scattered things on the floor of the turret of a personal castle
Cutting through the clouds from a past failed marriage
Kinder surprise garlic rolls down the stairs onto the floor
My eternal weapon against the flu and female attention
Neighbors in the cage behind the wall play a reprise on repeat
From the barking of children and the howling of a black dog
Such loud noises scare my cat
He doesn’t even know yet that the shores of life are the baseboards of an apartment
I'm sending his photo to the funny section
Animals but for some reason my face is on the screen on the bus
And horror grabs you by the ribs sticking out from under your T-shirt
When they offer to try life before it ends
Contactless slam in a plastic bag from Euroopt
Fish with bulging eyes begging for help
two thousand bucks for a can of cherry doctor pepper
Courtyard romance chips bought during recess
Cascade store where beer is sold to eight-year-olds
But the voice still shakes uncertainly
I missed the nineties and now I don’t understand what I’m doing
You'll quit this longread before I finish reading the verse
Pleasant chores will settle like sea foam these days
I paint a dirty self-portrait on my own face
Give me an armor and a helmet, set the alarm early
Give me a flashing light, a cap, trousers with stripes, I will endure anything
This is generally one of the best qualities of a person
Live as if they will give you another one afterwards
Life
Andrey:
Shapeless body: a shadow silhouette wrapped in a black bag.
Representing Paris, I walked along the Minsk embankment.
Work, weekend work, trying to write a track.
He wanted more, but he wanted to get drunk more
Going down the subway, trying to get to the factory in time,
Wrote the constitution of my new life,
In which there will be no fuss and hassle -
A pirated copy of the Revolution in Paris.
He hates France and himself for dreaming about it:
"Arc de Triomphe" is just a footnote in Remarque's book.
I slept through another station - a pathetic carousel.
Next up is family, work, panic attack,
With whom you need to walk down the street hand in hand,
Smoking on an empty stomach, bending over from heartburn,
The pain became a cry of joy or just a complaint,
With her help he feels more like
Per person.believes that stability is more interesting:
Become smart at random, carry chains in your backpack,
Shopping at "Vitalur" as if he had lived to see retirement,
Coming home and hiding from reality in a dream.
At night a body, some friend, will crawl.
its uneven arrow indicates betrayal.
It’s already common to let her go free to someone,
And fall asleep yourself in a stack of rotten hay.
His dreams are the right station.
comes out on her - a hero-lover.
Platform.a person respected by the party
French rebels who know no grief.
Denis:
Give me an armor and a helmet, set the alarm early
Give me a flashing light, a cap, trousers with stripes, I will endure anything
This is generally one of the best qualities of a person
Live as if they will give you another one afterwards
Life