Текст песни Вера Полозкова - С той кровати где мы лежим

White lights are replaced with red marker,
equalizers recorder incised razors
darkness; this city is imbued with rhythms -
he laughs Us
sings us
tells us,
his voice threaded through us like a thread.

if he falls asleep - then crumpled pyatisotke rack;
pokes in God antennas, towers and skyscrapers,
sleeps with old strippers, drinks with beauties -
we are from this city melted and woven
and nothing can not blame him

eternal cold - the menu looks so elegant,
but is menthol and eucalyptus from each bowl on
smoky kitchenette - coniferous steak chabretsovy mousse -
kissing drunk boy smell of whiskey, but
abusively
ascorbic
taste

this city just busy that tries to sell
all tickets to the stadium, where they spend the sacraments -
each is most afraid that suddenly left
only with yourself; everything is faster than the old,
to become an alcoholic, decay, not to respect the

We swam in the hands of his smokes, we step into mush
his blood, saliva and arrogance, and we have fun here -
a city-to-hell, and how nice that you can see all of his
with the bed where we lay