Текст песни Веня Дркин - Нибелунг

The dead ashes of moons in the mourning sky
The dandruff letters of the stars are my name,
To read it so many miles.

Nibelung, nothing will come of yours -
The cat is dead, the tail is peeled off.
And no one will drink this blood, and no one
Her flesh will not eat.

Are you waiting? You're lying! In the hands of a syndromic
Shiver. Are you drinking? Well...
That is why the sunny day is limp
In the square of the window.
And your mom is sick, and your mom is alone.
Take comfort in your own sleep where I am
Rowan tree outside the window.

Free hands to warm in the flame of tango,
I conjure to drink the waters of the Congo,
To wash the fire - sing and sing.

Nibelung, this is the fires of the native -
Bronze female wildebeest.
And you're in her cage so tightly that
You can't understand why ...

"Spring" - a hangover devil purrs sweetly.
Yesterday there was tarida, today there is a spoon in the throat.

Your wine doesn't matter when the wine is not clear.
Another gray day in the kitchen with a dirty table
Where I am - a rowan outside the window.

In the memory of the milky runes - death and roots.
In the runes of the movement of evil in the myocardium,
To forgive him - two wings.

Nibelung, it melts your convector wax -
Wing feathers are frozen into the steel.
Memory is blown away by the wind ... Fly away! Fly away!

Seven troubles - one answer - there is no God,
Where there is a coffin on the table, there will be alcohol on the table.
Where someone is drinking at the table, there is someone sleeping under the table.
Where human scrap is sprinkled with bleach and ice -
There I am - a rowan outside the window.