на выход с вещами - иду на огни
текст песни

I looked sitting in the sun by the garden
How chicks fall out of nests
to the point of the earth, breaking up with a bang
Like ripe apricots
I watched
But I did not ask questions anymore

Well, poems about joy
They crept up and sat in the front row
In this city, where everything is wrong, not all the answer
Even your death will not stop passing by the car

Remove the light of the sun
Spread through the gap in the door
I froze, froze in crushed stone sensations
He threw himself with handfuls of pills
And almost died
Apparently I am mentally fooled
Once I perceive what is happening
As a real miracle

Children on the asphalt wrote chalk - chalk
Among the over -line - veins
We are stunned in silence
The resistance is stopped
almost strangled on the root
stretches through the outlets
In ventilation captivity
where constancy is worse than death
And I'm going to the lights
burning into gray dust
Photos of sad children, metropolis chews them and eats
Where your tart gums are similar to autumn
Approximately the end of October
I'm lying face down, I want not to recover at all
Do not know that all this is in vain
Only you and I will be together
in a foreign land, on the sidewalks of sorrow
Rain pounds in the ground
This is his horse
On the back of old photos, the word - remember
an uneven handwriting of a sore hand
We will change this world, block
Starting with yourself, you're not Tom
The coming winter, you can see you for the sheaf of the dawn, hundreds of miles
I'm not scared of you,
Your cold is only
My lack of warmth