Anti-romantic by AlisA I grew up in in a big communal apartment And first thoughts about the world Were born in a queue to bathroom Cold and dirty communal bathroom Where rats are the kitchen owners And punks crush bottles against walls Hey, teacher, why do not burn These exemplary cold stars? The greater faces Donner wetter of new shadowgraph Are converting my brain To ZCTU of controllable ideas I'm anti-romantic... Boogie woogie, love and death, I was writing in white over black Moving to the beat everything boils down to body mechanics. I screamed "Peace!" in sixth chamber at 2 AM o'clock They were laughing to tears: Forget it, pal. This country has sharp enough Orders "In the fire! From right to left and from left to right!" Give me the voice for heaven to hear me Building new world from shit will be complicated enough for them When earth will turn into grey ash, they will understand: The money is impossible to eat. I'm anti-romantic... "Оригинал":anti-romantic.original