Текст песни Яшка Казанова - Блики тишины

you, my boy, does it matter where
leaves the train in which that & quot; no & quot ;, that & quot; yes & quot; -
the same thing? not all the same to you,
where someone has the nerve is not about you movie
snimaetmontiruetsmotritrugaet? where
no dirt from your shoes are not in your food?
speech in which a word that you
think is not in vain and empty
for you, my sunflower, my little brave king?

/ I want to outline the lips angles of your face,
to remember entirely, to the youngest of wrinkles.
not turning his head, please. shut up.
breathe stomach, allowing it to solve
for you - here is hiding the heart, and here - the soul. /
 
but you're stuffed alien world opinion,
himself overeaten them, and body overfeeds.
Want to become invisible, though none
you can not see for a scarf and coat,
for tags at the withers, in the vertebral
sedmogonezhneyshego.