Текст песни Тихий Уголок - Аутовето

Creative binge:
Word and deed,
Creation Lord of half-liter bottle.
Images of the crowd
Climb into body orifices -
Return sense from a business trip.
My City of Love unfolds soft feather,
Waving his hands, calling into the sweet abyss,
Only smoke wet Kharkov "Prima" -
Subtle hint to the fact that all of this will disappear ...

The candle on the table -
So a lot of light ...
Lord, have mercy on my cornea!
In a glass darkly -
Autoveto:
I do not want to know what my nightmare again
And the City of Love will change its shape,
Hands clutched at his throat stranglehold,
And of quilts springs come out of the building,
His unreasonable tenants calling to order ...
1990