Текст песни Григорий Данской - На верхней боковой

Where are you, soul, left,
I sat in a funnel,
as long as the body Mota
the world as the shuttle?
As long as it was of
at a speed of sound
wagons green-blue
on the upper side?

Where are you, soul left?
... And it was like a reality:
brought to the station
person - and on the train to Moscow.
I woke up at night, on the road /
The train is already near Moscow.
And going forward his feet
on the upper side.

That's bad luck cleaner
Gogol: two
hours will Mytishchi
and then, of course, Moscow.
So this is an evil joke?
Where and who is -
He goes where no one knowing
on the upper side.

Swaying, he went out into the vestibule
a smoke. In eyes
muddy wheels that tambur-
Major, catching fear.
He walked like a blind horse
back to the thunderous snoring
in its Procrustean bed
on the upper side.

Who is he, the shuttle? Wit,
He lived with a smile from ear to ear.
And here are ten checkered bags
linked to the death of the soul,
they are thrown in Nizhny Tagil
God knows whom.
And he lies in the grave,
on the upper side ...

He thought about the soul and the train.
The soul is the last refuge,
clinging to the Stone Belt,
stretched - like a parachute -
him. Trains - a sling.
But then he - who is?
Rubbish earth womb
on the upper side.

Oh, time to think about my mother.
Time to call his father.
Under the ceiling in the pit -
found no heart or face.
But in the darkness - as if
ball of wax candles -
clouds floated. As the Buddha
on the upper side.

With head against the pillow would drown ...
But around the cloud - operation.
Who is guilty? Pushkin?
And who saves all? Tolstoy?
Under the sky of Austerlitz
with a big as the earth, head
he is himself a dream
on the upper side.

And he dreams:
I woke up at the bottom of a neighbor,
in the sports tights conductor
is closed toilet.
Perhaps the world except
They - he has one ...
And his place in this house.
On the upper side.