ЛУНГО - AIR
текст песни

Feet frozen in suede sports shoes for a drink
I put myself in a briefcase and something that I would never drink
Look at the drops on the glass, how your whole world is small
The glare dances with the cold of the mother-of-pearl sun
In the pupils of eyelash atavisms snow fell on the marble
I read poems to homeless birds outside the window frame
Clouds were flying from the balconies and jesters were walking through the bars.
Past streams of sad faces in Cop Samaras
Folded a herbarium of wishes between the sheets of a notebook
During troublesome days, hiding from true goals
Hiding in the reflections in the glass as if under the hood
I spend days and years on the wind in the air on a blizzard
While the rails were rustling, sadness was burning the fluff of July
While the birds flew south, my thoughts fell asleep a little
We looked at the drops on the glass at your whole world for a ruble
The path behind your back instantly melts; you can’t return the minutes.
When sometimes a non-dual choice is pushed to the wall
You'll have to believe in the magic of raw water and smoke
The establishment of white melancholy leave to straighten your back
Native walls heal better than the salty Crimea
The pain of a two-lane road is a lot of needles driven into two sides
I'll lie on my back and straighten my legs
Books maximum two channels canvas ceiling
Screams in the shower as an analogue of dialogue with God
I need to inhale more, cover my head with ointment
So as not to become the same evil, offended scum
I will do everything myself, everything myself and with the Lord's power
Fingers dance on black and white Casio plastics
They trample the dream, fuck the head of a crowd of stupid cretins
I'll throw out my mind and turn off my feelings for a while
A lost madman in a half-lost world
I hope hope doesn’t die and won’t let you die
I walk with my head up, alone with the wind
I threw my clothes on the floor and sprinkled ridiculous ashes
The spindle of time weaves and I sing about it
I carve the last letters of the couplets in the tree
My head is full of sparks or cotton candy
I haven’t been looking for someone to blame for what’s happening for a long time.
I swim through the stench of slow bodies in the perimeter of the chamber
I trample the fabric of discarded peacoats with my bare feet
The months of the year flew by, I was hiding in apartments
The water was noisy, the beard grew in tufts
Nostrils whistled, lips sang, names floated in the credits
When fear lets go, two more lines will appear