Текст песни Стас Домбровский - Внутри меня

Inside of me
Dombrowski Stanislav
Inside me: The emptiness is taut and uneven.
And through everything across: Steel ropes.
Tangled in them chained
To a good fox, an angry dog.

Inside me: Forked toys.
Knives are plastic. Iron button accordions.
Grandmother preparing death in the kitchen
And dad is dancing ... A little drunk ...

Inside me: Grass is growing.
In the thickets of friends, prickly thoughts.
I ask them: Where is my head?
And they turn into bumps ...

Inside me: There is no me at all.
There is some uncle. Heroic coward.
He apologizes to me for something ...
But I’m afraid of the boy myself.

Inside me: Cynical for a good laugh.
Crying spoiled by the beauty of the girl.
They eat up the life-giving sin
And the soul, in the empty, play on the little things.

Inside me: The palms of the mother are folded.
As if they hug each other.
They say: Sonny can be enough?
But they believe everything and everyone understands ...

Inside me: Walls and inscriptions on the ceiling.
But not the words are scratched: Images ...
Millennia of tired prescription.
The truth of tomorrow is the reality of vivacity ...

Inside me: Complete emptiness.
It is so crowded. She is so beautiful ...
I say these words to her:
Without God, dear, I feel terrible in you ...