Катя Батушан - Карманный бог
текст песни

I'm missing hands
I'm missing legs
I lack air and fire.
This completes the circle.
The gate bolt clicks -
there will be no one else to blame.
Look, I'm your armor
invisible pocket god.
For this loyalty to me
every time they put him on trial.

Here, they say, sit down,
drink the silence to the end.
Among their likenesses of faces
not a single person.
But if night and rain swept away everything around,
the silence of important words spills into all corners,
commit a sin by opening previously closed lips
I would have enough strength.
To the one who once asked
the secrets of the letters will be revealed.

Step as if on a stage, into the light
must be able to.
Like after languid years
go out into the open cage.
Don't be afraid to leave your keys.
Not a bird - a pocket god.
Everyone here is stubbornly silent
about the dirt of your roads,
about what hides their bottom,
what makes you shiver at night,
but one thing gives everyone away -
dirt on the edge of the soles.

There are no truths in silence,
What's the point of these words?
that they continually shed light
to the darkness of your foundations.
And let the pier be empty,
don't let them see their faces,
the ray glows in hundreds of beginnings,
having no end.