Текст песни Пи4алька - Микрокосм

animata:
spread your arms like wings
straighten your soul from imposed impotence
spread the sun from the crumpled edges
open your mind from lethargic dreams

how lines fly spacecrafts
be unlocked be the deadliest here
set fire and burn, set fire and burn
to go out one day.

throw in more prana, throw in more prana
space i'm so lonely

throw in more prana, throw in more prana
space i'm here so lonely

space is so lonely ...

non-sky:
we were practically alive
until they became stardust
into open space holding on to the carbine departure
we looked for help, but all the ships sailed away
my heart is the size of the universe
let others think in themselves
after they will be pulled out, and stupid with the movement of the legs
to feel space, how lonely I am
and could not make myself even a bit better
written off the whole fate only for an accident
when everyone shone like a quasar
but the eyes became black holes
just, i'm in love with this dead space
in a meriad of extinct but bright stars
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Singalong:
two sigs are not enough for you and me - wait out this stupid eternity
eternal sleep struck two - their dreams trampled the universe

animata:
where is my rope and soap to get out of here soon
so many nails in my back and my heart could not defeat me
the plan of the sky will make me howl here to the last
where is my rope and soap to get out of here soon

non-sky:
when the sky turns red, all the lights go out
and the holidays will end.
planes will be attracted to the asphalt like a magnet,
the sun will stop the rhythm and all the lights will go out
release the calendar as a reminder of the end of days
ships obediently fall asleep on the dark seabed
people will be forgotten, the surface of the entire planet will crack
everything will disappear. and only songs will remain
what I wrote sometimes sitting on the bus in the palm of my hand
that happiness is the ocean in which we drown
yes, about the same thing, but sincerely with a shudder
I bare my insides in a way hardly anyone can
just to stay, because memory is like dust
all my songs are just a hint that I once was
felt like you, all the bitterness, resentment and pain
but in these songs I was myself, only in them I remain alive