Текст песни Кот Шрёдингера - Время

Janice Joplin is getting old
Buddha numbers mantras
And we are on white on the frozen
Piglet of the moon
Looking for the earth with our eyes
Along the dark gateways
With a knife at his throat Autumn
Rain is pouring behind the collar
But all metro stations are closed
All lounges

Sorry no road
Doesn't lead where we need to
Not the fact that we will find out
Something new from the guide
And the threads of Ariadne
Soaking wet drown in puddles

The bullfight is over
Take away the matadors
Pathologist in between cases
Record a complete overdose in the anamnesis
Sounds and colors
And the last someone in the world
Smoked to the filter
The stub of the universe
Thrown into the urn of everyday life
Wider legs dolce vita
And in Sanskrit translation
Mein Kampf was read by me
In one breath

But it seems to me yesterday
This place was the sea
From the salt on the lips
Do not relieve hearing and sight
I guess it should be so
Probably this Time