Макулатура - океан
текст песни

The ocean retreated from the pilgrims.
Bitter salt glitters on the stones, remember.
How the killer sun hung, how the bird laughed.
Seeing only carrion in you, and lips whispered, "Don't!"

The dream of great water will turn into Styx.
No reward, the skin burns on exhausted muscles.
This body is already lost and only looms as a dot.
The gap between lives is like the gap between trash cans.

Today's you is degrading layer by layer, today's me.
An observer who has peeled away from rotten dreams, an overripe berry.
Flying past, not yet alive and not yet dead.
Into a dusty world, and somewhere, some providence that will adequately understand it.

Consider, then, from lips on which death bubbles a message.
These places do not want to be appropriated by anyone.
These dark, proud monsters do not want sacrifices made to them.
These gods do not wish to know your quiet voices. A grinding sound

This dream refuses to come to life, and you too lie down in the sand
So that the fire quickly becomes a feather bed, your head facing east
Every breath you take is a prayer, a step of a lutinak through the current of a battlefield
The ocean will return and rinse you with a razor, my dear friend

Someone is in these waters
Will touch the dreamer's forehead furtively
I didn't need anything else
Except a pencil and a notebook
To write my word
To launch a paper boat
I didn't need anything else
And I doubt I need that either

Everything that people can't even begin to understand
Will be ridiculed on stage by some disgusting comedian
Whether you crawl across the sky or pull a cart in a coal mine, or
Moan in languor in a moth-eaten apartment

All these years are just a respite for someone who is suddenly mortal
A star fades in the frozen sky, and the sleepy stupor of the train station
Intoxicates like cheap strong drink Reflected in a concave mirror
The girl, horrified, briefly recognized her fate

Belshazzar's feast dragged on, but no one will understand the writing
They fell asleep under the blanket, embraced by a dead sleep
They managed to name everything, but they're unlikely to celebrate a name day
Metastases from an erased imagination have moved to the table

And they tap empty mugs on the smooth, even surface
Pig eyes will sparkle in the night and find something to eat
We'll get used to the meals of mummies, we'll get used to dry rations
Andrei Gubin will jump out and bring a coal to the plane tree

A Pierrot smile on his lips, like the proud surface of the ocean
The common man spat on the sign of mourning, not hearing the giant's howl
Another eternity lived through, half-dead curiosity
To the sky and the birds, the stars and flowers, this is the darkness that settles on the steps

Under the sad light and the starry
titans' shoulders freeze
empty dreams in silent peace
cranes whisper
and living spaces will grow like mountains of stone
the lair of a strange beast
the intertwining of bodies in a sleepy dance