торговцы музыкой - Анна
текст песни

I won’t promise that we’ll meet
It's temporary
Who will drag whom away
Should I start reopening the wound?
Or roam the open spaces
Surf cutting through the blue above and below
Peace and quiet only in silver
We won't break up soon
Baltic cornice thread
From St. Petersburg to Koenig in June
Who puts their hands in the water?
It will be reflected on the retina on the other side
Where are we
Just one question, whatever the deadline,
Are we really all that alone?
Look through the window and only
Two free air balconies outside
The appearance of will, not will, but Volka
In a three-room punishment cell I
Reflect in the pissed rugs as an empty sound
Like a loud blooper looming under the colorless ceiling
And someone's hoarse voice:
“Come on, push it, come on.”Hmm
Alas, I don’t know myself yet
I'm a ringing fly
I am the humming chimneys of now abandoned factories
Like a sleeping beggar
Stretched out his own nonsense
From bar to bar or not
Or there's nothing to do here
Or where it leaked inadvertently, but rock
It rips from the inside like a caustic lump
Anything, yours and ours
From Mitino to Pavshino, from Tverskaya to Strastnaya
I didn't love you, 17 - nowhere.The path is different
I'm flying through the Chinese city
And all past churches and cathedrals and temples
Rows and rows.I suppose
And we don’t know
I’ll sit on Pyatnitskaya and die overnight
Speeches flow differently in Moscow
But the heart wants to plunge into the Neva
And peace, but with you
Next year - distances in abundance
Nimble legs, but the motor is weak
Baobab in the desert
And I'm at the showcase of the emptyest collabs
Alone without you is like plague humus
And I want to hear again in a smoky pipe:
"Wait!"