WESTA - Bukowski (ft. Миша Рентон) | Текст песни

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• Bukowski (ft. Миша Рентон)

Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was.
Nothing was ever in tune.

Hardcore, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet,
Realism, group encounters, orgies, biking and herbs,
Conformism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism,
India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting.
Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was.
Nothing was ever in tune.

The red, the brown, Gautama, Francis, trading mark, carrot juice,
High education, post-rock music and whatever they want,
That seems silly, pretending to be truth,
That seems so silly, it feels so wrong.

Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was.
Nothing was ever in tune.

People had to find things to do while waiting to die.
Some of them were quiet patient searching for a reason be supplied.
People had to find what to do while wasting their lives.
None of them was pretty lucky making sense pretending be alive.

Nothing was ever in tune.

I guess it was nice to have a choice.


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