Текст песни Ночные снайперы - Нецке

I burn out and burn again, burn out, but at midnight to the wood
Grinning pale, the brain rushes and cracks and weaves lace.
The night is weightless and as important as drifting into dreams on the right side
Pressing against your shoulder blades and eyelashes - here, on the temple.

Chorus:
I wish we could freeze forever in the transcription of stars
Figures of netsuke in whale sadness from dreams,
To easily break away and step smoothly
And not to be afraid when we manage to sleep.

I burn out and burn again, to hell with long summers - hold on!
My short-sighted brain is still alive
So under the skin the ships burn, hiding their suicides
The burns of the earth smell like gray.

Chorus:

I wish we could freeze forever in the transcription of stars
Figures of netsuke in whale sadness from dreams,
To easily break away and step smoothly
And not to be afraid when we manage to sleep.

I burn out and burn again !!! In an amalgam of red flowers
The brain is swaggering - it crushes the tar, it is not yet ready to die.
But! that yesterday was still alive, that yesterday was a part of me
It turns into silky snow and melts in handfuls in the seas.

Chorus:
I wish we could freeze forever in the transcription of stars
Figures of netsuke in whale sadness from dreams,
To easily break away and step smoothly
And not to be afraid when we manage to sleep.