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Your rains are pistols
On my military roads
If the summer doesn't end
Then everything will end badly
Stripes of salt on sneakers
Blown into my head by the wind
We're just walking in circles
But you don't know about it

The lights are thickening over my city
Those who pretend to be sick crawl out to bars
Or pretend to be familiar
Your mental problem is not sensitivity, but tolerance

I caught the engine at five corners
The salon smells like grandpa's pea coat
I don't care
I threw on fifty and the driver allowed me to drink
And smoke
I look out the window where the labyrinth hides you
And you still sulk, like a body under the water of the Neva
For the fact that I didn't call you
I ran out of battery while I read all the news from the war
I didn't make it to Ligovka
They're asking for cash at "Svoboda"
Pour me some bitter liqueur
The sun isn't shining, but the grass is great
Thoughts are leaving me
They are switching to you
I am collecting myself piece by piece, like the cops
The metro has already ended,
And I am walking,
And the gateways near Dumskaya,
Like your friends, with a stench
They turned off the heating
You are all like a radiator
So pale, cold
Joke
But you hiss and drip from you onto the floor

Your rains are pistols
Along my vein roads
If the summer does not end
Then everything will end badly
Stripes of salt on sneakers
The wind blew into my head
We are just walking in circles
But you do not know about it

Your rains are pistols
Along my vein roads
If the summer does not end
Then everything will end badly
Stripes of salt on sneakers
The wind blew into my head
We are just walking in circles
But you do not know about it