Krec feat. Смоки Мо - Ольга
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In these eyes her whole life, all her dreams
From the windows of ancient houses one can see narrow slits of eyes
Squinting her eyes for the last time, she will see the place
Where will my childhood leave me, running away from the rain along wet sidewalks
Clutching a volume of Nabokov under his arm, a child, a girl, a woman
Old age came unnoticed while the piers creaked in the wind
Cough breaks old people, delight in dreams and that’s all
The widow Olga groaned to me, and the weather was no longer pleasant
In a dusty, musty room there was knocking on the walls
Where are you calling
I saw God, I saw the blood on his palms
The old lady in the coat whispered to me
Bequeathed an apartment to my grandchildren
The newlyweds added potassium cyanide to decanters.
This spring smells like ginger, spring is melting before our eyes
And now it’s autumn in some places, the walls are too thin
The light is too weak, how many years have passed
We are the shadows of these years, the blows of the whip
This heart beats like that melody
The whispers of random passers-by will warm you up with the rustle of a record
And nothing is more expensive than those old photographs
Where is the stalker who will lead her into the depths of memory
Will bring you back to the spring years
She wanted to return to innocence
Day after day, killing this pain with something like morphine
Lampshaded by letters to distant relatives
Hello mom - granite lines
Footnotes, and something about eternal memory
We can't stop the ice that's melting
No, don't repeat it and don't try to play with it
Remember last time, you will know from now on
When your grandson screamed, I don't remember who was with him
And you kept saying he can’t be like that
No, close your eyes and show your palm
She will tell us the story of the past years
A year melts, followed by another
There are no irreplaceables, there are no irreplaceables!
In these eyes her whole life, all her dreams
From the windows of ancient houses one can see narrow slits of eyes
Squinting her eyes for the last time, she will see the place
Where will my childhood leave me, running away from the rain along wet sidewalks
Clutching a volume of Nabokov under his arm, a child, a girl, a woman
Old age came unnoticed while the piers creaked in the wind
Wednesday at eight in the morning
Everyone gets up for work or school, everyone has their own things to do
Only she, despite the pain in her body
Gets out of bed, barely moving
Goes to the tunnels, or to the church, there you can see her
On any day of the week, an elderly lady at the temple gate
Standing with outstretched hand - her life is a drama
An unhealed wound in the heart, because she outlived those who called her mom
Monotonous days stretch on a gray scale
Goes to bed late, then gets up early
Olga in the park by the fountain, where couples circle to the rhythm of the old tango
Smoothly on the alley of lovers in the shadow of an old maple
Very old, very gray
In these eyes her whole life, all her dreams
From the windows of ancient houses one can see narrow slits of eyes
Squinting her eyes for the last time, she will see the place
Where will my childhood leave me, running away from the rain along wet sidewalks
Clutching a volume of Nabokov under his arm, a child, a girl, a woman
Old age came unnoticed while the piers creaked in the wind
Olga Petrovna washes floors and marble walls
I'm sure the system ate her money
Remembers Stalin with tears
Sometimes wears a mended jacket with medals
But now everything has been sold, somehow the money was donated to the children
Everything has been stolen - Olga Petrovna shouts
In the empty rooms of communal apartments, half-humans spit on the floor
Seryozha hates his dad, he shouts that he will hand over his son to an orphanage to his wife Irina
Remember, I picked you up in the shit, now you, your degenerate, are on my neck
And your mother is old!
Seryoga stopped looking for a way out of this hell.
No, there were no tears, just more gray hairs
On the heads of old women, hungry, eternal gray widows
Feeding guides on weekends