Текст песни lapagada - деревня

Village

Techno brings to dust asthma.
People die inhaling these dirty atoms.
Particles of asphalt, broken machinery tires. The winner of the dirtiest city - this is Beijing.
Formaldehyde in the blood, I do not know how it happened, there is only one way.
Somewhere waiting for me to my village. Do not waste time.
The problem on the topic of the day can be solved by an internal fire.
Take with you only what you need: tablet, mobile phone, passport, shaving foam.
Or leave a prisoner of dirty capital, all that prevents to leave its boundaries.
In my village, grows corn, wheat field on the other.
In the morning the birds singing. And wash with cold water of. My tattoos are fun local girls.
The neighbor-old woman tells a secret aspic.
Briefly, I will be happy.
In the evening to drink tea from a samovar, as usual, without sugar.
My favorite dog chews corner of the carpet, while no one notices.
Strike a broom in the bath makes me cry.
The radio broadcast about Moscow, I do not care. Here like portend rain.
Sitting by the fireplace, legs outstretched warm.
In the hands of a volume of poems, authored by Nikolai Rubtsov - lyrical poet, curator of the word.
Aloud now I read, straining throat.

(Pause)
In the front room of my light.
It's from the night stars.
My mother would take a bucket.
Quiet bring water.