Текст песни Alexey Ivakin - не просыпаемся

And somewhere on the very edge of the universe
We close in the nursery,
grow a son
Souls are not tea.
Right themselves, develop.
Resident every morning
Every night die.
The purposefulness of the excavation.
She hugs me
kisses, laughs.
And the son kisses, tells.

She says: Do you touch God?
I say: I do not touch.
She says: And I touch.

And the glasses are trembling from the wind.
Do not wake up.
And the rain breaks the glass.
Do not wake up.
And the roof was broken, destroyed.
Do not wake up.
Neighbors are hurried.
Do not wake up.

From the sun concrete melted.
Do not wake up.
Fell swag, charred.
Do not wake up.
In the veins needles are loosened.
Do not wake up.
War. Revolution in Kiev.
Do not wake up.

Column tanks drove.
Do not wake up.
The rib puncture lung.
Do not wake up.
In the pants the phone vibrates.
Do not wake up.
"Open! This is the militia! "
Do not wake up.
Do not wake up.
Do not wake up.

And the son moved in the crib.
Woke up,
To the chest pressed,
caresses, kissing.
The purposefulness of the excavation.
Morning.