Текст песни Кооператив Ништяк - Искусство

Through the black afterlife blasphemy
I'll turn into a piece of classic ice
Do you see the statue? It is made of mother of pearl.
In the hand - an oar, in the eyes - dark, inside - ash.

Owls flutter, octopuses dance heavily
Frames crunch and spark contacts of spheres
We sprouted in the shadow of the only road
There is concrete in my legs, a ringing in my ears, chalk in my pockets.

Velimir sneaks into a clad coffin
In the eyes of the lilac birds of tobacco
A sad cry freezes the throat: Merlin, where are you?
In clothes - velvet, in a bag - pain, in poetry - longing.

The twilight of my otherworldly soul is thickening
Skin draining from a horse's face
Reality is reborn into inevitability ...

Hurry, come to me, Diana, fairy of the dead
The autumn world is empty without you
I'll turn into green Martian air
Through black art beyond the grave ...