Текст песни Нейронная Оборона - Собачье поле

In the domino, everything is a mess and accordion in the morning
In the field, the crop is ripening underfoot, under the moon
And you know how to walk on your heels
By the lilac eyes and the shadows along the pavement
And in this quiet kingdom
What are you afraid
And time will beat
In my chest

We walk barefoot on broken tracks
By tunnels, by rails, by kitchen years
Saturdays, mornings, swamps and bushes
By swamps, potholes, by invented mosses
And again the wind from the sky
In the swamp of black fish
There was a big door
In my breastplate

I would be born peacefully in a tramp toilet
By inertia in the center of different silks
It's cold on my porch, the gas tank is burning
I hear a flicker of brains through the flicker
And in this black hole
I hold a soot in my hands
There will always be a place
In my chest
In my breastplate