Сэголь - Обжигая губы
текст песни

In the cold, fierce, in the morning,
How yellowness will light up
Rachitite dawn,
We will freeze
In an instant
Farewells,
Plum in unity
Heat and bitterness
Tired
Hearts.

Ritual, which is almost like a habit
Until we count
Seconds, not days:
Let the lips already
Too much
Hot
Care
Will melt that ice
What is the shameful for a day
Growing in the chest.

Kissing, burning lips,
On a snack,
For luck,
For pain ...
To know:
We are still
Here,
We still breathe
The train of the world is snort
I have not knocked down with you,
Did not stay on the rails
Bodies -
Broken and realized,
Although it comes again
This sick and pale dawn.

There is no question of "love" between us,
About banal snot and spring -
Kiss winter,
Binding jaw, tart,
To the loss of consciousness is long -
This is our general
Shameful secret.
Exchange of warm saliva,
As recognition
In imperfection,
Like a cry for help ...
Request for
Who is not able to help -
To yourself.
We are clinging
In the shoulders
Each other
Frozen
Fingers,
And despair
Connects
Our lips are in darkness.

Here's another day a day
Dawn
We have him
Wait.
In the meantime -
Kiss of accomplices,
Support agreement,
Printing silence ...
Goodbye -
For a day,
As a year.
Drinks inside
Unpleasant knowledge:
That's how much
We need each other
Not for affection or tenderness -
Second hopeless
Understanding
Warms no worse
Believe me.

Common hatred
To the ridiculous
Universe,
Discontent
By yourself and in winter,
They bring us
In the morning
To the jesting ...
No, to break the scapers,
Magnant Sulfuries of the wounds,
To a malfunction in the rhythm of breathing,
Our lips of our burn,
To impact on nerves
And to the usual dose of sin.
(Someone more often resorts to the bottle,
Someone to the drug ...
We - we kiss.
Probably nonsense?)

Only a moment of the nakedness of the soul,
Without a thick shell ...
And here you are
My non-lover
You already look after me.
The sun is cold,
Raspberry red,
Swimpering slowly
Because of the factory pipes
And dull broken walls.
Snow is creaky
It interferes under the feet ...
I stumble, delirium,
Your warmth
Having lost.
Well, until night
Till tomorrow.
To another date,
To the kiss in the morning ...
Can we survive?