Текст песни Поляк - Весенняя

As from a wound of abundance
Crimson light poured through the windows.
Someone's wings were beating against the windows ...
Hush! The righteous are not here.

The soot of sleep fell from dead faces,
Voices laughed in my head
The mud spread languidly on the springing asphalt,
Mirrors grinned madly.

The tonsils were blown out by the wind,
The body froze in the rain
The body was tormented by thirst,
Dreaming with blood and milk.

In the quiet swamps of black bile
Heart and head stuck.
Secret injuries were revealed ...
It hurts! .. So, alive.