Текст песни Никита Любимов - У батареи

On the battery I dry my bad thoughts
I sit wait until they dry out
They are bad as long as the snow is stored therein
A few minutes more and my snow will turn up in the air

On the battery I put my bad taste
They languish gradually changing in color
And dried on a rope turned into beads
And these beads on the rope will turn to ashes

In the battery I put my simple songs
When they sense not sure expectant morning
I fall asleep with them, waking up together
I check, how to cook boiled or cool

On the battery I hung all their grievances
These termites that I myself called once to visit
I will listen to the silence, because no one killed
No longer able to hiss around them lie the bones

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In the battery, I shall place all who dream by night
They collect figurines made of lead and wax
I distinguish them in the morning, when smooth chintz
Some will be someone just melted

We scatter battery that will not happen
His dreams of those that never see the sun nor
They sdyhaet, I look at their funny faces
I gather them, and I'll take drown in the well

I embrace the battery to reduce fatigue
And so, sweating, and I am hoping that it is too late
I heat the whole, I have left
I fall asleep, bell alarm clock at noon

On battery Gray legs, so there is need to
I Gray hand, if for some reason began to freeze
A window will open when the room suddenly becomes stuffy
I heart Gray, if necessary, and it is too late
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Each of my breath - with salt dish
Each exhale - Mount pain
This city - hunger, anger
I remember the smell, I smelled baking