Каин Л. - Щелочной Туман
текст песни

With a heavy load and with a crunch in the joints, the day crawls to the Vatican,
Reflecting the sky in rotten water,
Where the snow-baklan is bathed.
I carry my cargo - lead and uranium -
He pokes a knife under my skin.
Hangs a dirty alkaline fog
And the acidic acid crumbles.
I forgot how sugar is language
spreads with sweet ice,
I forgot how salty winds burn
Puffing his face,
I forgot how winter acid rain,
The alkaline fog of the birch,
Cleans the world ... you are standing and waiting
Under a broken arch of me.
You wait until I come, shining with glass,
and die my nervous tick;
and as if to all the clashes in a bummer
The drunken tongue will not be stumbled
Saying: “Well, here I am at your feet
I will throw my shameful crutch! "
A crutch will fall, priming the trash, cigarette packs Crosses.
And with a lame leg, raking the dirt,
raking garbage and snow,
I'll go for a walk, holding on to you,
Like in a drug dream,
And your blond curl is full of spirits,
He will lead me behind him.
Changing the shape, the fog of the alkaline
Behind my back ...
Whoever sees, let not wipe his eyes,
like a cloth with a dirty scarf,
anyway he will be what to say
hopelessly toothless mouth.
Every day they ring in chains, cattle,
Break to someone bones ...
The alkaline will close the smoke above us,
Behind my back will close.
But all this is a rut, yes, all this is a lie,
You haven't remember me for a long time
And under the arch you don’t expect anyone at all,
The scales of his ringing.
I'm walking, kicking and rubbish,
I pull smoke from the pipe and spit;
Hangs a dirty alkaline fog,
Closing the vigorous load.
And with a heavy crunch in the joints, day
Slaps to the Vatican,
Reflecting the sky in rotten water,
Where the snow-baklan is bathed.
I carry my cargo - lead and uranium -
He pokes a knife under my skin.
The dirty alkaline fog hangs ...