Комсомольск - Из нашего окна
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From our window
Black area is visible, the black moon is visible
From our window
And school, and church, and black cubes-house
Large cubes-domes
Look Moscow is on
It's me, it's me so ...
From our window
The string melted into the bullet rattles from the wind

From our window now
Black area is visible
And before we are a rotting, blooming hole for us for happiness
From our window now
Silent city, like a bang on the top of the head and there is silence on it
Silence instead of the words blablablabla
From champing mouths sewn with white threads
Bells silence, hton of crooked mirrors
This year Christ did not resurrect

From our window, our window
Silence, silence
From our window, our window
Black area is visible
From our window, our window
Silence, silence
From our window, our window
Black area is visible

From our window, everything is so unambiguous
Everything is ghostly and transparent
In the stomachs of the butterfly into worms turn back
We look out the window, it is greedy at us
The future in the chest of owl-uzhik-uzhik-uzhik!
Knife on the handle, in its frail body
Stick with tears
In our window, I am screaming in sight
Listen, I probably can't do that anymore!

From our window, our window
Silence, silence
From our window, our window
Black area is visible
From our window, our window
Silence, silence
From our window, our window
Black area is visible

From our window
The end of the world is visible
The streets flow-floods colorless gasoline rye
It’s dark at the predawn hour, and tomorrow it will be darker
But listen to how beautiful there is silence now

Silence
Silence

From our window, our window
Silence, silence
From our window, our window
Black area is visible
From our window, our window
Silence, silence
From our window, our window
Black area is visible
From our window, our window
Silence, silence
From our window, our window
Black area is visible
From our window, our window
Silence, silence
From our window, our window
Black area is visible