Текст песни пульсаnet - увези меня

take me out of here please
the surf on the lips instead of slaps, loud phrases rush,
memories are handed out hastily with solitaire cards.
keep your inviolability until new heroes
and become a touchy geranium on a cold windowsill under the curtains of children's nightmares.
and by storms to outline the line of what is permitted to you, you and you;
the exhausts of the breath of the capital to dream of centimeters up to your shoulder, to break all the rulers and protractors,
drink rancid water from a jug, like a living spring in a pool of endlessly narrowing perspective.
let's leave, dissolve in the sand near the coastline and the prism of cheap happiness and comfort.
I will,
I will drink oceans of tears for you and swallow shards of glass stuck in old cuts,
and on the edges count the zebra of the pedestrian crossing.
suffering is opium for the people,
when souls have long been sold to the devil, and instead of thoughts the surf rustles.
but the sea remembered me differently
and you are not like that
although becoming someone else is no longer in vogue for someone.
look for stones in your garden, a speck in someone else's eye, adding and multiplying the usual meaning by 16.
project my hand into yours and smell the April night that the wind brings.
hands tremble from kisses and nicotine, which means you need to warm them;
tenderness through the screen glass of the monitor spreads into the soul with a non-stick coating,
the meaning of being is hidden in the 25th frame with subtitles.
between you and me - highways, lined with Latin instead of asphalt.
the last reed in a pool of madness - a drunken wave covers me - and I settle on your eyelashes with stardust.
and between the labyrinths of glances and scraps of film, the pulse has long been gone;
the verdict of appeal is not ... and the farewell station whistle.
take me out of here please
let the cold blue sea take a couple of lost souls into its abyss
and silently
will press
on the trigger.