Текст песни М.Ефимов - Коростель

The corrider dies in the meadows of the mile,
nightingales sew through windows without interruption;
house in siege; lantern at night post
Complies with the universal rest regime.

Each room has created its own bastion
From plywood, glass, D.S.P. and fabrics
and in one of them - a man and he
hugs in a dream emptiness with hands.

The man squeezed his teeth, but sleeps tightly -
So in darkness shows itself loss;
and her, loss, the original species -
Emptiness, instead of what happened sometime.

From above - factory stars Creator,
bottom - sleep catches hands;
and the pillow is hardening under the face of the person,
Turning to the dawn into the same stone.