Текст песни DMA x 1,5 Zемлекопа - Вечерело

Evening was getting dark
Something in his back turned black
Cars flew by Moto
Preferring to ignore the body

And the body went on while
Body burned with sunset
Urban gray lived behind the scenes
the wrong one came to the pedestrian
Will it get far?
It's hard to guess.

The handle of the knife prevented breathing
But something held him every step
And swallowing air eagerly
He staggered to move.

Not noticed by people around.
Only the children were taken to the side
He seemed to apologize that inadvertently
Dared to appear before the eyes of the city.

The path from yourself to yourself is not short
Passers-by wrapped themselves in collars
Go it got cold
But he, like a child, did not believe, this is nonsense

To himself an outsider
The entrance door is unable to bend.
He will be found at a tram stop
On which he lay down to rest.

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Evening was getting dark
Bleeding ink overgrown with chalk
Frames in contacts photocards grew into memes
neon demon eaten megacity sky

Special services faked reports
Mom will mix tears with borsch
The polished surgeon will cover the faded cloak
And the stars will smile at him through the glass

Tired tailor will measure numbers on rags
Shaggy carpenter will measure numbers on a tree
But for him the world will hardly become clearer
In the squares of the neighborhoods everyone is devoured by their demons

The drunken father will offset the waste in time
All three of his friends will get up early in the morning.
Drunk workers will forget the wooden box
He will get up, yawn, stretch, move on.

Evening, evening ...