Андрей Рыженко - Призрак
текст песни

Nightmare hangs on the ceiling
He is like a moon, but only too old
Lies the hand on the wrinkled cheek
She is dead, but she remembers that blow.

I glue along the edge of the rusted roofs
I squeeze the fragments of the winter in fists
Here the sleepy world, even the mouse will not squeak
I will bring the dawn on the burned hands.

I will be myself
I will ...

Look with a smile at the crowd of people
Play with a gait of young beauty
Fly over the surface of the ancient squares
Break the dreams of old crosses.

Long bell bells of churches
The hard wind of failures will drive away
Dripping drops, but thoughts beat stronger
They are like in a red cap of an executioner

Calls somewhere a song of gold
Relaxed fluffy clouds
I wander around the puddles and look for my
That are hiding behind tons of poems

I will be myself
I will be myself

Rings like an old guitar string
In hearts on yellow lights
Tremble under the weight of fortified wine
And remember the abandoned days.

My world is so simple, and you are its enemies
There is no forgiveness here, the gods did not save
I breathe, letting circles on the water
They float away from the ground.

I want to resurrect for a few minutes
Disrupt the body and face
My eyes like lightning flash
And they will calm the soul of the dead man.

I will be myself
I will be myself

I will be alone with myself
Play words, dream of heaven
Walk on the throat in sticky silence
And hide stars in black hair.

I will be myself
I will be myself
I will be by myself ...