Текст песни Константин Потапов - 5 Shape of my heart

It will come out sideways for me -
you have too much God in you.
Nabokov wrote you
as the best of things.

I know we are lost.
Kipling didn't write you
and the first of the Bible authors.
And his syllable was sacred.

While your pupil is dilated
I will not make mistakes.
Guide me with wise Shiva
play the phono in six hands.

I'll do everything right
according to the most precise, tender
the laws of didactics of the lower
of the most sensitive sciences.

Guide me with a wise instinct
with a needle - through the dust of the plate,
a beautifully aging Sting.
I know you are shape of my heart.

Scream at the ceiling gasping for breath.
By the element of poetry - not subside,
back of the head, wrist, perfume -
breathe me in…. Don't breathe out.