ВЕРМУТ — Декорации

Everyone's gone righteous — don't fuck up Macros by the book, pilates in the evenings And I fell to the bottom alone, don't know how to get up And these people around me are just scenery

Come on, bro, a hundred grams, then another hundred And here I am, an alcoholic pouring shots Thought I was a genius among a crowd of slackers In fact a nobody, not even inspiring trust I can throw away everything that matters in a second In that state when the sink stands in for a trash can And if you think about it, who did I become an example for Running my knuckles along the concrete walls Either the devil got me, or hell itself yanked me To say I'm not involved and what are you even on about Let's leave for later that happiness is in simple things It's kind of hard to keep it simple when everything's upside down A hundred verses wouldn't be enough for this self-lynching And I'm back at the mic saying hello to you

Somehow it suddenly stopped mattering what scenery Will be around when I reach the last station Don't lie to yourself Who needs you in this world besides your mom And these people around you are just scenery That will come down after you, from the last station

Everyone's gone righteous — don't fuck up Macros by the book, pilates in the evenings And I fell to the bottom alone, don't know how to get up And these people around me are just scenery

People seem like people, and then they start up again Get up in the morning, hit the bathhouse, don't snap at your mother Tons of waste paper, studio, concerts, tours Drunk clubs and lively hip-hop culture Loved one, then a second, then a third When I lost count, you know, I don't know how to love On a high with no measure, winter days flew by Yesterday's straight-A girls are prostitutes today And unfortunately I understood too late That a diploma with no C's isn't worth a thing anymore No matter how much you scream, you won't be heard or understood Wanted something sweeter, but so far it's only tons of salt I'm like that sad clown in the joke, climbing out sideways Onto the windowsill, so I don't hear the laughter of your glass

Somehow it suddenly stopped mattering what scenery Will be around when I reach the last station

Everyone's gone righteous — don't fuck up Macros by the book, pilates in the evenings And I fell to the bottom alone, don't know how to get up And these people around me are just scenery

Don't lie to yourself Who needs you in this world besides your mom And these people around you are just scenery That will come down after you, from the last station