Текст песни вБЕНЗИНЕестьОБЛАКА - город Ор

A handful is poured with reagent
through the fingers of a man in a vest.
He would like to throw beads,
but the pigs ate tightly
and cannot open the eye.
Sneakers fail.
Through the stream of family squabbles
through the dirty gray ponds.
Like the sweat of the streets pouring down the rooftops
flows down walls and drains.
I think the city had bad dreams.
And he screamed awake in a cold sweat.

Black cats from the entrance to the basement
goosebumps on the back of the city.
Ladies on the upper floors
rubbing sticky eyes
filings of old newspapers.

A match burned out in my hands
Burning fingers and suddenly.
A thought rumbled in my head:
I will never return to Petersburg!

You were dragging on a picture.
Toes went into the water.
The fat thought in the head was coiled by a mole,
and stayed there to live without finding a way out.

All these are trifles, Dania!
Remember the corridor of the old apartment.
The sound of squeaking steps.
The voices of the neighbors.
Smudged fingers after class.
Are you lost, boy ?!
No, I was ready for this.
Can't you see a scarlet rag on my neck?
Can't hear the voice
unwavering at the sight of the harbinger of the storm?

From the motorcycle helmet came headlong:
“Throw it in the suitcase!
And try to find the button.
Uri, how do you understand?
Uri! ”