Текст песни Фургон для Моей Ма - В комнате прокуренной

Blowing dust off the pages
Cutting the shadow of the streets without borders
Strictly, here are those cross.
I will not dress, there is not enough space.

I'll give you a deal for what I know, for that message.
Many of us have stumbled.
There was no need to deny it when the poet's soul
Has ceased to be embodied in verse.

Yes, fate, invent at least a hundred pieces of evidence against her.
She has an alibi.
She's still that crook
It will speak for itself, I know.

I saw this life from that and this edge.
I never got stuck, the gods are the witness.
To myself in this life
Trampled roads, standing on the threshold.

I came to the conclusion in the end
That is only a few.
Overcame the boundaries with me.
The rest of the skins are poor.
The skins are poor.

In a smoky room
At room temperature
Only the ash on the keyboard reminded of us.
In the room smoked ashes on the keyboard ...

In a smoky room
At room temperature
Only the ash on the keyboard reminded of us.
In the room smoked ashes ...

The jug burst with a bang,
At night, the water in it froze.
I woke up suddenly and realized that I was not alone.
My thoughts startle me.

In the silence in the dark
Fear arises in me.
On scattered sheets
There was a draft in the room

The beams burned the steel
I left the style
On the fragments of youth

The stones remember this
Everyone who is together remembers
Even those who seem to be.
All bald clones
Who was scalped.
I don't remember these clowns.

Uninvited guests, metastases,
Thrown into the fire, sleeping stories
Do not touch the sheets, the phrases in them are empty.

Uninvited guests, metastases,
Thrown into the fire, sleeping stories
Do not touch the sheets, the phrases in them are empty.

Phrases in them (x3)

In a smoky room
At room temperature
Only the ash on the keyboard reminded of us.
In the room smoked ashes on the keyboard ...

In a smoky room
At room temperature
Only the ash on the keyboard reminded of us.
In the room smoked ashes ...