Текст песни красота красного круга - тихий дом

no death, only a stack of magazines
lying in a dusty box
killed with the bottom as a service bag
in a box of glass reception
is not it just an old spoon
lying on the stained kitchen
convex patterns reflecting
through the torn fabric sunbeam
no deaths, because of the yellow pipe
still drops fly
whistling, they fall to the floor
beating the beat boom of the dial
in the yard without wheels is rattletrap
and such I have never seen
death is not, and is not life-juice
but anyway evident spin
and in the living room there is nothing
except for a stack of papers covered with writing
how many hours are flown
Four-drawer in the dark
cards will fall dull wall
somewhere in the two thousand one hundred and twenty third
and after the destruction of the ruins on the spot
It will be parking for Tesla-mobiles
no sound, in addition to mice
squeaking somewhere in the basement
at first I was not a pleasant motive
then I thought, and who we have become?
This quiet home life for adolescents
released will regret
this fucking city, not Boston
but we are willing to stay here
no sound, in addition to the receiver, hung
over hard couch.
Tablets cans without labels
detail of the floor from Lego
someone here has lost his ego
and apparently it was not me
I'm only 22, and that same fear
apart from the roof like a flying stone