ПК - трамваи
текст песни

In the backyards of old winters,
They disappear imperceptibly
Dissolve like smoke.
Naked bitch obsessions
Near each corner.
Scheduled shadows
In the brush of each trunk.
The sweet smell of firewood of the latter
The column has a dusty ice,
And some very summer
On the fence, the cat is asleep.
There are no words or thoughts.
Only evening and fog.
As an object of poet,
The cat climbed the sofa.
I'm afraid to stroke him -
He will leave, and then what?
Outside the window about leaf fall
Late water cries.
Tea is boiling
Quiet lamp yellow eye
And far from the melting of trams.
And the usual world is far away.
The tram is a gazebo
Slides along the rails.
In a lamppost
The trees whisper.
Glass sunset ...
Autumn smell ...
An empty sky
Above the heads
It was swollen by the wind
And at passers -by
Eyes are empty ...
How scary it is!
The snow is wrong and gloomy
He carries obliquely.
Black staircases.
And cold dreams.
And you do not see what is in the tram
Flying in smoke.
Someone flying around
And they come to nothing.
Plays radio and hear -
The sound is late for me.
Carrying a black roof over a wet
Another unknown fright.
Music plays, but somewhere
In distant dark silence
Winds read my fate
On a dead, scorched wall.
The sky is reluctant to fall
In gray dry silence.
Day flies, and the street does not melt,
Snow rinses a black string.
Lanterns circling like faces,
Flashes of cigarettes, lights of stalls ...
It is scary in the darkness to dissolve.
In a dilapidated lace of centuries.