The provincial Russians
Only left to be laughing
On such losers like i am.
Its okay, they can't suffer,
As much soul pain as i can
I dont blame then for nothing
To say stuff about this pain.
I am a native "Leningradets"
Its in my soul and my veins
There is nothing else to say.
What will happen, that's what bothers
Me, but not more than the the others
I have to switch to another theme.
I am in the sheeskabab cafe
Listening to some eastern tunes
Pretending i am white Dr.Dre
Before there were itunes.
But the waitress is too nervous.
He сhanges music again and again
He must be new to this place
I dont blame him... Nothing to blame.
Its going to end as a chaos
I know that, but not for sure
The amount of booze inside'a'me
Doesnt make me a wizard dude
In Russia booze is a cure
In Russia booze needs you, nor you need it
I am in the new park talking about soul&Spirit
And thats all in English, that differs
Me from at least other poets in this city
I dont care about what they think
Right now, a little dizzy
Even the ducks laugh upon me
Sometimes i respect ducks more than human beings! Lol
Not too many bright ideas
These feelings reminds of what i did before
About a year and ago
I lived on Lesnaya and fucking didnt know
That not much is going to change in my life.
I finished my album, and even got some certain likes.
But i'm broken, and dont see much ahead
So that's why English is a better way to describe all that
I am alone in this park
Soon its not going to be dark
The ducks, they know, they are the ducks
And who de hell knows the future and the past
All we have is ourselves
In the matter that lasts.
The taxi driver brings you to where you at.
Stop doing that, get home, but there is no rest
Being arrested is not the best thing! Yes!
P.S.
I can go over and over,
But i get sober and sober!