Машнинбэнд - Мухи
текст песни

Flies

Spots on the walls - everything that remains of flies,
Killed by a heavy newspaper.
Do not pay off the trees
Gold
From the merciless winter.

I will need fat bouquets,
I will drag my hands on my hair, and soon
Snow will fall, and they will go out into the streets
Round fools - snow women.

Joy of pure bull heart
Overflows saliva
Wolf's mouth.
It’s too late to backtracked -
Did not say hello,
Not greeted.

The city left the children and rats,
The city is laid in an invincible pawnshop.
Let the last bard die -
The skull of the moon will remain bald.

Ten lives without a year
The sea is noisy in the membranes of unheard of fish.
Not to see the human gear
But there is enough sand and gravel.

Hands on the elbow in the nails
They interfere with brutal love.
Put a bucket to the head
A deadly sad old line.

From the traded money
Metal taste in the mouth.
I will put myself in the Paspartt
And I will hang on the wall by the scruff.

Morning came, on the railway
The first, empty Mamai swept.
Today is clearly not a month of May,
Today is the day of the hopping cat.

08/15/1999