Беломорканал - Разговор с душой
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I stepped on the day, as in the sun shadow
Night of insight, with the new moon
We are together with the soul, we are talking
Like confession and repent

There is something, kindness and honor
Stay with me friends faithful
I do not change color, with a change of years
If something is wrong, this is a good sign
Bell ringing, with a song in unison

In black and white cinema, slander in prophetic dreams
It is worn by the wind, asks for the soul
As if on his heels, his fear drives
The pillow is wet, the chest is cold

Not breathing in an ice sweat
Outside the window, the night flies away
Turning a day, bright on
Pink dawn, white -colored extinguishes

Night lamps, with a matte face
The day comes to us, with a light block
Wanned rear, gold ring
On the grass of Ross, girlish braid

Not broken, so there is a conscience
It smells like a river, firewood, stove
Rye bread, there will be good news
Nearby with a sweet dream, sleeps to whom my house

At least hut in the forest, if only with me
And in the river boat, my cradle
I froze in a haze, to the shore with a stern
I torn the night, someone's daughter in the feelings

In the morning home, in the lust of eyes
I want to forget, cover the sheet
Drop on the cheek, gives out a tear
I will sweep the whole yard, and the whole conversation

And rods between themselves, whisper quietly
New stalk, prepared for the future
And the broom she does not divide by two
Outside the window now, at the wrong time

Someone strangles the heat, after yesterday
Gives himself a vow, cursed light
That he will trample, the snake of the eternal
You look at yourself, you blame the mirror

Before the shadow of someone else's servility
A good sign is for you, if the enemy is weak
And you don't want to know the births
You are with your soul, the length of the zloty chains

And someone, something obligated
The thread is one ringed
You are on the pants of the pebble tied
Gold patient, with a conscience of crazy

Not knowing the day, we are ill at night
And in the forest wilderness, press the cry of the soul
You are shouting
Muddy water, prodigal life

Wash your face, burn the day
Carry a holy cross, with faith empty
You crawl on the ground, you are someone else's shadow