Текст песни Андрей Рыженко - Призрак

Nightmare hanging from the ceiling
He's like the moon, but too old
A hand lies on a wrinkled cheek
She's dead, but she remembers that blow.

Gliding along the edge of rusted roofs
I clench the fragments of winters in my fists
Here is a sleepy world, not even a mouse squeaks
I'll bring the dawn on burnt hands.

I will myself
I will myself ...

Look with a smile at a crowd of people
Play with the gait of youthful beauty
Fly over the surface of ancient squares
Breaking dreams of old crosses.

Lingering barking of church bells
Will drive away the harsh wind of failure
Drops are knocking, but thoughts are hitting harder
They are like an executioner in a red cap

The golden song is calling somewhere
Unleashed fluffy clouds
I wander through the puddles and look for my own
What are hiding behind tons of verses

I will myself
I will myself

Ring like an old guitar string
Screaming in hearts at yellow lights
Tremble under the weight of fortified wine
And remember the abandoned days.

My world is so simple and you are its enemies
There is no forgiveness here, the gods have not saved
I breathe, blowing circles on the water
They swim away from land.

I want to be resurrected for a few minutes
Tear off the transparency of the body and face
My eyes will flash like lightning
And soothe the soul of the dead.

I will myself
I will myself

I'll be alone with myself
Play with words, dream of heaven
Walking down your throat in sticky silence
And hide stars in black hair.

I will myself
I will myself
I'll be myself ...