Текст песни Константин Арбенин - Дом на заказ

House to order

Dark forest - gray clothes.
Luck - like gloss in lace.
And even the pale yellow color of hope
Thick on green sleeves,

When you wipe the blood from the palette
And you are driving these specks crazy
Under the guise of unsent prayer,
With the fate of an unresolved letter.

Your pictures are not visible to anyone,
Your art is not yet confused by the century,
But these walls no longer have prices,
And your home will soon go with the hammer ...

Seven small music, seven prints consciousness,
Seven dots from Being Ukolov.
Whenever I won the universe,
Such an injection could be me.

But you choose different points
And the time is unfolding.
Why do you die with every notch,
Simple immortal is not given to understand.

Your ballads are not audible to anyone,
Your art is not yet confused by the century,
But these walls no longer have prices,
And your home will soon go with the hammer ...

Home to order
Wooden stool
Night, light and gas,
The window is dark
And a thousand years
Loneliness Vedol
In a ciphed house -
Where there are no us
Where we are not.

Threats and Tlen,
Neurosis, persecution
At all on us
Captured by frosts in captivity ...
I would scarf to the knees,
I would be a generation charm,
And not a chance to break from the change ...