мори - Важно ч.3
текст песни

The periscope is lowered
The radars are empty
Last cigarette before bedtime
The last song on the repeat
We talked with you about grief
When they were only together.
From the height of the roofs, the problems are small
reckless
in the blood ankle
Talking about history is quite simple
When you talk about her only as a joke.
From a height, the world seems quite simple
The interweaving of the streets becomes a map
People prefer a mystery to a clue
And they say this only in the afternoon.
At night - completely different conversations.
after twenty -three zero zero
I am covered with a crack in cracks
After all, in each of us lurks the thing
which you can talk about with a stranger
On the way home.
And we burrow romance in ourselves
We become scrupulously real
And remember how a couple of years ago
They dreamed before bedtime
Thought
They made plans
Then they dreamed again
and sleep.
And there is another roof.
You fly from another roof, growing up
You climb on another roof.

The periscope is lowered.
The radars are empty.
This is the best way to tell the truth.