Рем Дигга, The Chemodan - 13. Завод
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Rem Digga:
It's quiet here in the coffin
Only the wind howls dashing
Noting the path with leaves
Their yellow is a bunch here at the gate
Behind them, the factory, the plant stalled ...
Corpse of a factory.
Nadezhda died the day before yesterday
The diagnosis was awarded by aode economists
Today is cloudy in the morning
Fate will be mourned by rain
Like this brick bark
The abode of work does not make noise
Dogs also guarding the dining room waste
Forgotten by all but them
The abandoned is worth it
A thousand years are not a bleached giant
Shareholders are not friends
"OJSC" is not a family now, but only land
Sold by the general whale
Once a living factory now
Only concrete and scrap metal
I see no traces of working minibuses
There is no good. Treasury stomach for a month sway like
Life is fleeting and dashing
You look at the workshop plundered by people
Such a wild dull longing ...
The last watchman left, a faceless loaf board
The plant does not breathe now
Here mice rule now
And the passage door whines ...

Rem Digga, The Chemodan:
Closer, these pipes are no longer breathing
Be quieter, as if there is something ...
Do you hear?
In the walls of the old Yau factory
We will not find anything there on the ruins of spitting.

Closer, these pipes are no longer breathing
Be quieter, as if there is something ...
Do you hear?
In the walls of the old Yau factory
We will not find anything there on the ruins of spitting.

The chemodan:
The blizzard cried in the doorway.
Sahara substitute substitute like she
How she betrayed, but there was no need
Here on the telica square of Malevich
He is turned off.
The reasons were to be in demand,
But the industry works for shittyosos
The thin Matveich will no longer shoot matches
Not an ever -colored roller
Does not apply a cigarette case covering from the wind
Does not breathe fume directly in the next director
- Hello brother hello,
- Hello brother Alllo
- I need advice and something else ...
- Well, come on at the old factory at 19:40
With those who are dear, we are in five acres.
And you forgot about him
And this is the factory now for the production of dust ...
The blizzard cried uselessly
Sugar substitute substitute ... how she ...
But as it would be no need
Here on the telica square of Malevich
He is turned off.

Rem Digga, The Chemodan:
Closer, these pipes are no longer breathing
Be quieter, as if there is something ...
Do you hear?
In the walls of the old Yau factory
We will not find anything there on the ruins of spitting.

Closer, these pipes are no longer breathing
Be quieter, as if there is something ...
Do you hear?
In the walls of the old Yau factory
We will not find anything there on the ruins of spitting.