Текст песни Несчастный Случай - На балконе

You always come back as if nothing
had happened, and the door with his key
Unlocks and night for your shoulder.

What do you see? Of course, the light in the kitchen
Not extinguished and the ashes from cigarettes,
As asphyxiation, and by the way - I'm not here.

I stand on the dash.
On the dash, in the blackness.
On the balcony of the city,
The black air wet cloud
On the balcony of the city,
I hold in my hand, like an apple,
The heart of her.

You may, for the first time all alone
And without purpose Lata sleep gaps
On a bed where the moon loves you.

And possibly the first word is not necessary
And it does not smell of other people's spirits
Under the pillow to hide - I was gone.

I dived over the line.
For the line in the black.
On the balcony of the city,
The black air wet cloud
On the balcony of the city,
I hold in my hand, like an apple,
The heart of her.

On the balcony of the city ...
On the balcony of the city ...
Do not frighten me, not dropped
The heart of her.