Horus feat. Аманит - Декабрьские сны
текст песни

The picnics are over, December dreams are back.
We're lost in the wild, we're laying low until spring.
Be careful with reposting, or something bad might happen.
Hali-gali rama. Khali-gali Krishna
The city smelled of stellate sturgeon and cervelat
A dark Aladdin sweeps the courtyard smoothly
Under the lamp, I was searching for words about the most important thing again
I put images on the sound
Then I uploaded them to SoundCloud
And so another year flew by
Knocked down my immunity and neutrality
An eternal blizzard, which is dreary
The weather forecaster promises clarity
But everything is so confusing
For once, I'm in no hurry, like a fly between the frames
I'm writing something to myself, whiling away the evenings
Brick by brick, the verse fills each bar
I stumble over the chorus
I think it'll do
So impenetrable
Even the sun is spotted
I'll retreat into myself, but
I'll return again
To that white world in the cold window
Snow settles somewhere at the bottom
Somewhere at the bottom, somewhere at the bottom
A companion of long, gray, winters Days
Bad weather, bad weather
Colder year after year
I wander around the apartment
Like Jason in Atlantis
Like a mobster with a half-catch
Like a superman in uniform
I search myself for objects
These themes that make me gloomy
I am once again convinced - there is nothing left in my soul
Only a million lost opportunities
In the geometries of courtyards, the isometry of Khrushchev-era buildings
Facial asymmetry, curvature of cartilage
Showing off, converting into rubles
Consumption of alcohol, fertilizing the soil
Along the tiled roads,
Several dozen looped cycles
And the snow keeps falling on the sidewalk
And what is black for you is noir for me
So impenetrable
Even the sun is spotted
I will retreat into myself, but
I will return again
To that white world in the cold window
Snow settles there Somewhere at the bottom
Somewhere at the bottom, somewhere at the bottom
A companion of long, gray, winter days
So opaque
Even the sun is spotted
I will retreat into myself, but
I will return again
To that white world in the cold window
Snow settles there, somewhere at the bottom
Somewhere at the bottom, somewhere at the bottom
A companion of long, gray, winter days
A companion of long, gray, winter days
A companion of long, gray, winter days
A companion of long, gray, winter days
A companion of long, gray, winter days