Вера Полозкова feat. Eduard Konovalov - Воздух сам лирический герой
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Sit closer and close your eyes:
Here the air itself is the lyrical hero
And dog, mold, stingy greens
And oil, and lemon, and smoke, boiling
Busy playing with you ticklish
And the clouds are like ripe papaya
Honey crashed over the mountain
So thick it requires labor
Not like the iron northern one
More water - how water converges
Cool with hot skin -
You stand under it, a random breath of God
And you think: you, here you are
Look in the morning: pale wall
A slow bird walks on the roof
And the red tiles rattle
Barely illuminated at the edges
Here the strand in the ray burns and turns golden
Here is the marble long back
So old people, until they can't sleep
Going through the days and names
Someday when we all die
I'll treat you to smoked yak
Salted cheese, tea with ginger
And we’ll drag the blanket ashore
And we'll pass through all the stars like a savage
And palm trees under dawn amber
We will appoint the only one hereby
And not this torment and melancholy
There must be one more try
Where they distribute the afterlife piece by piece
There I snuggled, a sleepy snail
Lips aching to your temple
Shiva laughs - there is his wagon
Swaying, rides on the sand

Choose one for yourself
From steep, chipped stairs
The best light at sunset:
The lake is sinking
Young hard month
Like a silver bracelet
A catfish will splash, or maybe a carp
Into the water with fresh wash
Don't push the backpack
Several tens of kalpas
Silence over the kotitirtha:
She is older than language
There is darkness in time
Time is thick
Here is the first star
Crowns, clouds, houses
The fish will disturb, wincing
And put it in place
There is a crowd in the city now:
Looking for people from out of town
Entertainment and accommodation
This is a secret path
To exit the gateway
Straight to the mountain regions
Where is there such silence?
Echo from the bat
The stone is worn down and heated
Where one day you sit
You heard. You arrived
That's impossible
Hello

Therefore, we were scattered in India
It's winter in Karnataka
Flute, surf
How to find out what we looked like
If smokes and rainbows
Let's do it with you
Which of us carried a sleeping person on our shoulders?
Boy under the constellations
Through onions and sweet potatoes
When we are a grain of sand, a lizard
When we sing to him
When the garden is listed
Girls in love with a poisoner
Smoke before departure
Column of layered darkness
We just saw it
Or were there
Who were we
Who came with guitars
Who sparkled
Who had a hundred faces
Were we old
Like in the afterlife
Moved over
Which one of us was Ganesha and which one was Ravana
Who thundered louder than a hammer
Who decorates the nave
Who among us imagines that he has the right to
All this sea of gold
Voice and anger

Well, now go
Hundreds like a rock
Tossing and turning in my chest
Silent bells
Along the cloudy shores
Now you'll wander alone
We were one of those gods
Who did not spare his neighbor
Who piled up the ice
Invented words
From under the blue water
Pulled out the islands
Who cut through the rivers
The riverbed and weaved the night
Time to turn on the snow
And go away
Believe me when I say:
You were the brightest
We tailored the dawn
We instituted laughter
Time to accept gifts
Mothers of Silence
There will be more worlds
Ours are completed
Time, turning
Oars, set off:
Lie down in the golden myth
And push the boat away