АтЪ - Лисичкин хлеб
текст песни

To the first stars
Light subsides
And the voice is deaf
And the verse is gloomy
In darkness - burning moss
And someone's laughter
And the speaking thrush
In the circle of dumb

Where the lash strokes
And the ball rules
Shoulder shafts
Capital special
On the chambers of hearts
Fragments of mirrors
From century to century
On the age - copper

Everything remembers the pain
And the gift and the distance
No homeless
Neither tears, no places
Hungry in the throat - bone
Naive - steel
Both knife and nail
Both the whip and the cross
And all one graveyard

Horifier funeral
Indifferent cities, years, peoples
Stalling - for a word, you - for honor, for the truth - to us
Only a lie gives a parish
Sensation of freedom
Higher, inaccessible buzz
Lifelong slaves

The rose from the knees
The rain is whipped out of vein
On cutting-thoughts, strings-wraps
Constantly pours, and pours and pour
We argue, tomorrow any of us will die?

And surface and quiet
And the rye ripens
And glorifies the mouse
Carked edge
Talked and across
Durable spider lies
And only a bloodworm
I fucked a candle in paradise

The calendar is empty
Heart storms
Autumn darkness
A powerless scream
The azure crumbled
Leaving dirt and burning
The lighthouse went out
And the brig is drowning

And cries March
Failure of the eye
And death looks
From wet holes
Tired passenger
In the gut of the station cash desk
Shouting -
One reservoir
On the neighbor in the mountain world
Where there is not all of you

Horifier funeral
From the fucked, the lowest floors of the Earth
Drags barefoot on the glass-lips to the forefathers
Only in constant lies
Erzatz love you
Inaccessible to wooden souls
And rotten hearts

In voracious systems
Roofs and loops are enough for everyone
Fools, poets, poor, proud people
There is not enough joy
Yes, who fucks
The fact that tomorrow any of us will die?

And at night - the bridge
And from above - snow
And - man
Flying down
Already not happy
That I chose the prize
Wolf ticket
Do not hand back

The deadline comes out
The corridor is waiting
And the step is in a hurry
And the world is terrible
Funny chicken God
Deaf, blind
For the entire plague hut
There is a wedding feast
Lisichkin bread

Horifier funeral
Akutagawa dreams, news from the sad side of the moon
Related weeks, days, minutes of the dead
Rights do not know guilt
The right have the right
Power right, right of Brutus
The right of the scoundrel

The upcoming changes
In pockets - poison
Deal
Bloody stream - nervous sweat
Believe her how much you can
Anyway, she will lie.

Horifier funeral
In the camera of the prison of the spring of the underground eternal rivers
Between the exit and the ford
Between the breath and the outcome
Remains man - man
Contrary to the whirlpools
Nothing else
No and no

From pillars, from heaven, from the scenes
Washing in the wounding of a requiem
Siren in the head of the siren all year round
Get fiddled, mare
Let this even this
Well, tomorrow ...
Remember
Tomorrow
Someone
From U.S
It will die