Текст песни Марианна Плотникова - Неформальная экскурсия по Перми

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... Over the iron rails tranquility
palpable tremor lived
resignedly dropping Celsius
silent and almost motionless

promising movement of the city
whether the word and whether the soul
even stones down from the hills
if whispering - "shshshshi"

the conversation begins with the death
I do not remember the number of years
where it brought in an envelope
here - cut with shoulder epaulettes

for obvious longing museum
This bitterness and dust on the teeth
preserving species presence
man leaves himself

another pair of legs Wings
bustling crowd form
height drew in a curve
bird food - cereals track

that's forests lopped skeleton
triumph nails
over the majesty of weight and height
Rise through the middle, listen - here

and in well boominess sky
reaching the bottom
where there nerazlichna pain-Neboli
The same clarity of death is visible

geometry here is indispensable
and in its non-Euclidean dreams
each monument, a step from the pedestal
done, it turns to dust

spirits lurk behind bars
(Feet hearing human recalculation)
that the bodies imperceptibly, like flies
flew in his lifetime yet

Finally, touching live
burial service Gardens nightingales
and wander under the invisible escort
whether the buzz, or word eternity

Visitors ride
whose cynical and simple epicrisis
Save as a form of law
inside path and the inability of

watch without the possibility to join
it's almost dried up
like a river in the eye of the beholder
hat will lift and true honor

only approached the bed, where the greens
It remains faithful to the hand
as the heat in the offices of the museum
just carefully look around

however, there are not as gaping
one and the crane was, and ace
there are living in different lands
the need to try to taste

Now I go, and at the shore of the Kama
tingle head above water
and believe that the local stones
with language come to life in words

retain soil aftertaste
neiskusstvenny breath mouth to mouth
at a fraction of a second
No one in the universe will die