Текст песни синекдоха монток - В Предметельные Дни

On subject days,
I scattered across the city
At speed
A little more
Than the speed of light

I am a carrier of emptiness
In a way,
I am contagious.

Splattered in drawings, feathers, eyes strayed from fear,
I enter the carriage
And hobble like a camel that has its knees cut off,
I put my black boot on the floor
while looking at the ceiling
and the train started
and I did not fall.

And she froze beside me, in red tights,
overwhelmed with screaming,
Hysteria
And under the blows of her feet on the floor, she spun,
And the world danced to her beat.

And bright, like a dying spark
shone sparkle, on the nose ...
And in subject days,
the star is lit ...