Время альбиносов - Танцующие рок-н-ролл
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Tasting of the day along the beaten paths
Branching streets, broken light
Subway labyrinths.Axing the notes
The birth of melodies in the smoke of cigarettes

But on the faces of those dancing rock and roll
No traces of anxiety are visible
Unbrewed tea, skewed table
And the sound-damaged property
Dreaming

The skin of the asphalt sacredly protects
Sticky meetings, moon phases
Dead rivers, granite air
Hoarse moans Give me some water!
Give me some water

But on the faces of those dancing rock and roll
No traces of anxiety are visible
Unbrewed tea, skewed table
And the sound-damaged property
Dreaming

He is in a hurry to lose because he is weak
He is in a hurry to lose so that someone can find
To no longer see a pack of dogs
He is in a hurry to lose so that he can play rock and roll

But on the faces of those dancing rock and roll
No traces of anxiety are visible
Unbrewed tea, skewed table
And the sound-damaged property
Dreaming

And the crystal of January sneaks into the holes
Under the name of the apartment.Turn off the lights
Night falls, curtains fall
And lunch has been cooling in the kitchen for a long time

But on the faces of those playing rock and roll
No traces of anxiety are visible
Unbrewed tea, skewed table
And the sound-damaged property
Dreaming