Текст песни Бутылки С Зажигательной Смесью - Сводка

the moon hung
blue saucer cracked
clasps a hand the fragments of a chandelier
palms do not hurt
drops of blood remain on the tile
angry went out
lie on the pavement
the remains of autumn
leaves in the park
blacken, lose yellow paint
getting dark, eyes are tired
night puts on a mask
shadow people
and in the dark
but the gray moon
bent over all
my way today
doesn't lead anywhere
in the puddles the sky
thick water

Night will fall again

lights are lit in a row
staring empty eyes

I hide my nose in a scarf yarn.
coldly.
a skinny dog ​​runs nearby
under the feet warps.
I still smell of home.
unfamiliar tail
from someone else’s area.
heaviness in the air
autumn wet bulletin.
weather - disgusting
vodka is a joy. Vodka!
rain.
a ton of water fell from the sky
washed away color yards
became gray
blinded lantern
at the hands of a bully
his soul became brighter
getting dark early
as before my way
leads nowhere.
empty road
dangerous ice

weak signal of the midnight station
new blood - transmitted by walkie-talkie
bright life dies in idleness
no more pity
no pity at all
body contours
drawn in chalk
burning candle slowly smoldered
quietly pales young star
in the frosted sky
the moon hung
forever and ever