Текст песни найтивыход - сердце

I read poetry and cry
like a stepdaughter over a stove.
my heart is on fire
and already given to the wrong one.
lieutenant looked around the ranks
from the collection of legs and eyes.
and thought, going down whether
give orders for execution.
but the bodies fell in heaps
I looked them in the face.
and I suddenly became powerful
not counting himself a scoundrel.
and in the morning when drunk wipers
collected the remains with a broom
turned into an alcoholic again
my heart was given to the wrong one.
Or am I not that one. In columns
grows upon my shabby house.
the main thing is that the hands remember
the main thing is not to face the dirt.

love as such did not appear twice
she is braver than she seems at first.
she’s akin to perhaps the predawn thirst,
which I plan at night.
I accidentally miss when I wake up
not for you, for days that are not there.
probably will not, and shaving,
I go out to meet the fly.

text: Pavel Polukhutenko
music: Liminosso