Даин Морийский - Голоса Мертвых
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She usually comes by morning
Without releasing cigarettes from hands
She lights the light and turns on the kettle
Barely moves on drunk
And charges his favorite compact
And everything that happens so no accident is no longer

She hears
The voices of the dead

And he is looking for a better goal for himself
Disappointed in the heavenly father
He sees the holy in every stupid sheep
Always in headphones in the metro tunnel
Cutting reggae blues and old hardcrow
Relax, take a nap of an hour, you risk too much

When you hear
The voices of the dead

She will wake up alone and evil,
She had already overslept everything for a long time
Business, lunch break, meeting work
And somewhere in the mirror at the very bottom
The question froze, come on, remember
Mistress, mother, wife? Who are you, who are you?

You hear
The voices of the dead

He never is in no hurry
Doesn't say to whom and how to live
Marry, sharpen knives? Thank you, fire.
But someone listens and someone sings
And he will once meet her
And again they are together and again on the platoon