дима бамберг - вторая собака
текст песни

I will be your subtle current
Your distant home
We are cloud fragments
We are waiting for what awaits us later

Alone there is no room for two
There are my corpses in my closet, and there is room for yours in it.
Somewhere in my soul there is a light bulb in the dark
And look closely and you will see a cemetery of butterflies in your stomach
How long ago was it, I wander and look out the windows, apartment
Chandeliers are burning in the windows, paintings in the windows
In the windows the world is some kind of space of its own
They say 33 is a special age
And he's about to overtake
Why do I, excuse me, love?
Epilogue one...
First they ask you to get out of your head, and then to leave the house.
But when the holidays come to an end
The chairs at the restaurants are empty, the lights go out, and I’m walking alone across the bridge.
I don't howl at the moon, I dance

I will be your subtle current
Your distant home
We are cloud fragments
We are waiting for what awaits us later

I carry my life in a bag over my shoulder
It could break at any moment
I myself am enclosed in that bag between the leaves of birches and acacias.
It's better not to touch your mind
It takes about ten minutes to walk here
I've been looking for a way out of here all my life
But all the signs lie to me
The player died, the music ended
Dragging along the last of the paths
I carry my life in a garbage bag
To be thrown into a trash coffin
(To be thrown into a trash coffin)

I will be your subtle current
Your distant home
We are cloud fragments
We are waiting for what awaits us later
I will be your subtle current
Your distant home
We are cloud fragments
We are waiting for what awaits us later