Текст песни Suburb.July - Моя Муза

My muse lay in dust and dirt
My muse got drunk, diving into silence.
Danced laughing, listened to my jazz, and
Then she wondered, "why are you silent?"

I washed the bloody nail polish off my nails
She came to me again through the open door.
My muse smoked vigorous tobacco
At night she wheezed and howled like an animal for a long time.
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You will leave a bright taste forever
Its euphoria, my muse.
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My muse lived without mirrors and watches
She was in no hurry, crushing the sofa.
Replaced TV with a thousand voices.
In the ceiling I watched a caravan of pictures.

The golden-winged Pegasus took my muse,
Roofing felts to hot Madrid, or gray Paris.
I sent postcards - "I listen to jazz here,
I don’t understand one thing, why are you silent? "