Текст песни алина витухновская - любовь вещей

Through the skin of non-beetle radio
                                       crackles.
At me in an empty room people
                                      go in without knocking.
Fingers in eyes dig tunes
                                           focus.
Eyes, one inside the other reflected,
                              They do not know each other.

I chair folding. We had
                                    as two skeleton.
According to me as a random room
                                  go the wrong foot.
The right person in the pocket
digs out the contours of the gun
and wants a black evil fiction
                                     hands touch.

Through the skin of non-beetle radio
                                      crackles.
At me in an empty room people
                                   go. They closely.
Imaginary gun shoots me thoroughly,
Two skeletons fall to the floor - I chair.