Текст песни синее синее небо - русские похороны

time will pass
time will tell
time will not touch the beauty of bricks
our time will not touch the beauty of bricks
because nobody's
because it doesn’t mean
because this one will not return home
because this one will not return home
spread shreds
rattle out
to be like the head of the library
to become like the head of the library
and drink from the table
kerosene rustle
what spills from under the light bulbs of memories
spilled from the lamp of what will not be and never was
not
my cardboard layout
entrenched in a sheer flight over the world
flies and weeps over a furious puddle
holy water
that water saint
which is not enough for a soldier to get drunk
a broken throat is not enough to get drunk
call in the morning
through churches from top to bottom
dumb birch is buried in the village
spill on the district girlish tears
well mother
well enough to be angry
and some fierce unclean old man
will pray loudly farewell
about the last fire
about an unprecedented grove
yes Christ's relics just disappeared
yes that's just rotten in the silence of the century deaf crosses
and wilted flowers
and wilted flowers
and the sky does not want
doesn't want to be heaven doesn't want to be sky