Текст песни Арсений Ярмадов - Река Лета

Escort: Ben Salisbury & Geoff Barrow - Skin {OST Car / Ex Machina}

We made
farce.
And read
according to syllables
the books
Of the dead.
And for the wise
heads -
walked in worn boots.

Seen -
blind kittens
heard -
deaf soldiers
frozen -
in a desert.

From the sky is manna
like hail
but - we went to Constantinople
on New Year's
serpentines.

On the ruins of Babylon
dust -
interstellar delirium.

If the souls are air,
how are they
leave a mark?

We are to distant planets
send SMS.
Ignoring the answers,
typed
like water
new text.

Inside - the drum was spinning.
On it is the “Field of Miracles”
mine-strewn
similar
on the chair

you.

Moments - a shower of acid
these landscapes!

Death, of course, is not the end
but -
who is it
will prove?

Gods? - applications
into an outdated gadget.

We -
the authors,
ink,
characters?

Not.

We are
what's between the lines
radiates
White light.

But that is all
(alas, cheers!)
will pass.
Parade.
On the skeletons.

Fate is a smoking steamer
on the mirror
the river
Summer.

We are passengers
no tickets.

Captain
no.