Текст песни John van Woolf - 07 Цветомузыка

Color music

Dream hot wax
Bosch will flood you into the skull ...
Battery Steam
Butterflies breathe evil:
Wounds smear slush -
Dead are not afraid to fall!
Dangling wings ballet
In the holes - a curd trail treads around Paradise ...
Unspoken words silver
It will tear the sunny gut.
The skull will burst. A blizzard will conquer.
Notices a pile of patchwork bodies.
The night is chilled with crystal cold
Your lakes of the eyes are subconscious out of touch ...
But washes the brook, look
Blood with rose petals from Your chest.
Withered daisies in the palms bloom
Someone made, and everything is behind.
The predawn languor of slush
Someone singing nightingales ordered: “To melt!”,
Carefully folded Bosch’s unwritten canvas,
Where the butterflies are all in silver and wax
From the murmur of the creek, the new Sun gave birth ...
It was Beethoven awakened in Your chest.
 
08/13/2010

Dedicated to Ekaterina Zhdanova.