Текст песни Empty Conversations - Горе призывает нас к вещному миру

Sleepy eyes - blue phone
In the bathroom five star hotel.

Who to call? plumber
Proctologist, urologist, priest?

Who is the best? Who is more deserved
Bell? I called my father, because

His fascinating phone in the bathroom.
I dialed home. Meets mother. "Hello Ma, -

I tell her - Give me dad "She sobbed.
I remember that my father

He died about a year ago. "Damn, Mom, -
I tell her. - "I forgot, I'm sorry he's dead. -

How could I forget? . "The mother says," It's okay,
I made him a cup of instant coffee

This morning and left on the table -
As all of these, how many are there, twenty-seven years -

Only about noon I realized that
Missed. "My mother laughs

Above the angels, waiting for a pause in the conversation
In the most ordinary of days,

And sings the praises of our forgetfulness,
Until they will hide us cold wings.

These angels oppress and confuse us.
These fucking angels sitting on our necks.

These angels, forever falling, give us a snare,
catch and praying, production plunged in the dust.

The morning air is filled with angels