Текст песни Константин Потапов - 2 Сверчок

two matted headphones in your pocket
two pieces of morse code in the pacific ocean
two extinguished in a Christmas ad -

i yes you

along the wrists, along the plexus paths
on sliding tension of carbines
according to the broken taste of ascorbins -

to hell

on the temples bluish-gentle hieroglyph
at the sunset of the lagoon with a frozen pie
on the wave of cicadas carried by the sirocco -

rely on

in the blink of an orchestra
a second before sudden arrest
for three months of childhood abandoned

for life

for the whole for the whole for the whole
in chaos in absurd in sur
nailed nocturne
in the helplessness of the overtures

from the roar of rock to jazz
tattered collar jacket
a verb in your cold and hot
squeeze my crash into your thrill

on the neck with an uneven jump
across the bare throat with a bow
my horror my thriller hitchcock
my laugh my mourning sketch
my pool of bottomless pupils
face down into the cold palm
little dead cricket
little dead cricket