Текст песни Святослав Свидригайлов - с бледной брюнеткой без имени

we walked to this pale brunette with no name
an abandoned bomb shelter.
she murmured:
"How many days we did not sleep? Take me.
me in the morning on the pair. I also still

to prepare for the workshop
on the effect of the yellow arrows Pelevin Victor
the perception of the West of Russian history,
and about Alexei venidiktova
as the antagonist of the Soviet system "

straightened hair is meaningless,
until slowly I studied all the shadows.
Then we threw back these discs
of unknown origin.

these tablets was thirty years old,
Judging by the inscriptions,
first aid kits on iron dust scratched,
on the idea of ​​them as we could carry back

with photos and articles taken from the cabinets,
for some of the Warsaw exhibition,
dedicated to the squatters, who died
in such places or near such.

They changed their backpacks on the results,
taken in to break down the cabinets crumpled.
without the desire to smoke, things poperekladyvali.
and silently went back.

I led her by the hand on a wet tunnel low,
when it is to be expected lost consciousness.
pulse there. Only discs not in the box with discs.
and how much should it be? about ten. pale greedy,

why just ten, why, stupid?
we did not even really know what it is.
so I would have expanded the exhibition of new corpse,
if not bitter learning experience mine.

we went to this pale brunette with no name
home, the couple will wait a couple of days.
she raved,
whispered: "I'm sorry, I'm sad"
to plac wilsona station was ten minutes.