The confession of the liberal

"The language is given to a person to crack about the eternal." Rap Artem Raspov

He opened his eyes.

And there - Monday.

And trains tear the brakes

At the Pererva station.

Wait, Moscow,

You overtake time:

I just opened my eyes -

It's time to have lunch.

But I'm going to work

And do something.

To the library in the center

Or in a coffee shop.

But on the way with you

Of course I will meet.

To discuss the project

More precisely, a project.

You are offended when your name is bohemia -

Green trench coat, vanilla raf, gluten's cookies.

So you answer: the left idea is viable?

The language is given to a person to crack about the eternal.

And it seems like a day, like a day

But something is wrong:

My list of cases is -

And nothing has changed.

I would like to fall asleep -

Will anyone wake up

When will Russia be free?

Day like a day

But something is wrong:

So many ideas, but there is no strength for one.

Wow, I burned out

And you need detox

From this htony, htony outside the windows ...

Eyes.

And in them - Monday.

And trains tear the brakes

At the Pererva station.

This landscape

Returns everything to childhood -

I must say about it on Wednesday

Psychotherapist.

But something I can’t tell him, probably.

I have the same dream again for a week:

As if the devil crawls out. In the berets. From Ukulel.

And then sweat, sperm and blood. Alarm. Monday.

I will order a dachshund

I'll go to church,

And I will take longing

To your village.

Take me, Yusuf,

Faster than wind.

I don't like Moscow

For Monday.