Текст песни Krek - В этих глазах вся ее жизнь....

In those eyes, her whole life,
all the dreams of the old houses windows are visible,
the narrow slits of eyes, squinting, one last time,
she will see the place where he had left his childhood.
I am running away from the rain on a wet pavement,
holding under his arm a volume of Nabokov
baby-girl-woman ...
old age has come imperceptibly,
while piers creaked in the wind
"Breaking old cough .. delight in a dream, and only" -
I groaned widow Olga ..
And it is not nice weather already in the dusty, musty room
I knocked on the wall: "Where are you calling from?"
saw God, I saw the blood on his hands
I whispered the old lady in the coat:
bequeathed grandchildren apartment ...
Newlyweds added potassium cyanide in water bottles!
It smells of ginger spring, spring thaws on eyes
and now the fall in some places ...
too thin walls, too little light
how many years have passed? we have the shadow of these years ...
a whip-it is the heart pounding,
as well as that melody, whispering bystanders
warm plate rustling
and nothing more is not the old photos ..
Where stalker who hold it in memory bowels?
return back during the springtime
she wanted to return to innocence
Day after day, killing the pain with something such as morphine
letters to relatives, far below the shade:
"Hello, Mother .." - granite line
footnotes, and there is something about the eternal memory
we do not stop the ice that melts
No, not again, and do not try to play with it ..
Do you remember the last time? will rot in the know
when your grandson cried, "I do not remember who was with him .."
And you kept saying, it can not be so,
No, close your eyes and show your ladon-
she tells us the story of past years
melts year, another behind him ...
no one is indispensable! no one is indispensable!

Always at 8 am All rise for work or study
all their deeds
and only she,
in spite of the pain in the body, gets out of bed,
barely moving, going into the tunnels
or the church you can see it there
on any day of the week
an elderly lady at the gate of the temple
He is standing with outstretched hand, her life - drama ..
not healing wound
in the heart, because she has gone through those
who called her mom
monotonous gray days stretching range
lies late, then get up early
Olga in a park near the fountain
where couples circling in the rhythm of the old tango
smoothly in the alley lovers
in the old maple shade
very old, very gray

Olga washes floors and marble walls
sure it ate the money system
Stalin recalled with tears
and sometimes wears darned jacket with medals
but now all sold, once the money donated to children
"Everything is plundered!" yells Olga
In an empty room of a communal
half people spit on the floor,
Sergei hates dad
He shouts that his son will pass the shelter
wife Irina: "Do you remember me and you picked up in the shit?
and now you're on my neck, your geek, and your mother is old bitch! "
Sergei stopped looking for exit from this hell was not,
No, no tears, just added gray hair
on the heads of old women hungry, eternal gray widows,
lactating dogs - guide at the weekend ..