Текст песни Александр Вавилов - Окружной морг

District morgue

Inside the district morgue on every tag
Autographs Tintoretto, Dali, Van Gogh ...
Roden with Donatello here is made by mallows
And Mozart plays Verdi at the request of God.

The palette of emotions is different: with delight
Before. It was worse. Against the background of shine
The art of love inside the district morgue
It is being built to the degree of a true grotesque.

Harmony here is everywhere. On the corridors
Not inquisitors and bulldogs are walking,
And fairy tales and fairies. Dear reproach
They escort everyone who is silent about God.

Not only the clock on the wall knock gloomily,
But if you put your ear to the bottom of a glass,
It will become clear: there is so little noise in the morgue,
What can be heard how the heart of the cockroach beats.

To the music of Bach Fei take dresses ...
It seems to them that death will not last long.
Inside the district morgue, all people are brothers,
All people are equal inside the district morgue.

At the exit, he was parked,
And the sunny bunny rides sullenly on them.
Violets bloom inside the district morgue.
There is so little noise inside the district morgue.

Inside the district morgue you do not wait for a catch
From exhalation or breath, but in the center of death
Life seems inappropriate, but this is bad ...
And Mozart plays Murka at the request of Verdi.