Текст песни Николай Турченков - Сон

Sings Nikolay Turchenkov (Morozovsk)
Words - S.K.

I sat up and fell asleep
Over the tablets ...
The destructive rumble dies down
Between the distances.

As if I timidly enter the den
Cannibal
Bones, but I tremble like a leaf
Not from this.

I'm just chilly in that den
Just fancies
What's under this stone canvas -
The same street

The same house, the same plaintive creak
Over-singing,
And a thorn in the atrium
Without witnesses

The same tea rose of love
In a heap of garbage ...
Well, come on, silence, roar
With a line by Bryusov! ..

Roar, sever your essence
Hollow ...
In a new den, the old horror
I will divide.

Take out the poison-soaked thorn
From the atrium,
And I will hear your choked sob
Mercy.

And mine will begin at this moment
Awakening...
Will wash away the stuck glare from the shower
Obsessions.