Текст песни tha mew - ядокари

one day somewhere in timelessness
in an unknown country called X
group of children by prior arrangement
in the restless loss they will find my stick

through which I will find death and drown the sintered thought
death by cremation or burial.
death with which it is difficult to come to terms

hosts of paper boats launched through the maze of rivers flooded the tunnels of highways
each with a little life
in temporary darkness

bulk of chinese lanterns
launched into the sky over the historic region of Eden
each with a little life
diatreme flying through the bell

the fire brings me back to my childhood, to the light of the night lamp bought by my father so that I no longer have to be afraid to sleep alone
so that I become a model for everyone

fearless child but I know that tonight I'll drown
in a pool of your own urine
because every night and every dream I have all one by one
I'm drowning in a river white in every cyclical black night

I am standing on the edge of the shore
three meters above the water level
i'm only sleeping song in the atmosphere
in which I hide from my father
closing eyes expecting trouble

and return to the night winter in which I am completely naked
running through icy puddles down the street in search of mom
I run through the forest and at the end of the pine street
I am stopped by adults taking me to kindergarten
and then my sister takes me back home

winter night is opposed by summer sultry day
which we spend with my friend's cousin
like two legless ants wallowing in the sand for hours
lying in the ground like two fucking corpses

for some reason we were crowned and we tried to kiss passionately
mom said she was a dirty girl
it seems that for all the time that we met, she did not say anything
she was four and I was five that summer

I don't remember her name, but now trying to look into her eyes and find myself there
I only see the ghost of a child
with ashy shoulder-length hair
a fool out of the way

all this sparkled through my head while Lena and I were watching HBO series at home
and drank beer with every second of being in this dream, I realized how grateful I am for her love in the material world

I went to the bathroom and on the washing machine
discovered a paper boat
in the markings of the cells, buh the shit, I saw my life
like a fish reflected in an aquarium

having washed my face and hands I opened the door ready to go back
but crossing the threshold found myself in emptiness
midnight street frozen to death in a grimace of pain
with an open mouth calling mom

the sound of a lullaby is heard from the sky
inept strumming
on bass strings
knocking out cacophonic chords of morphine and black sabbat
in a rented room with my friend Alexander

fingers pinch the strings past the frets
like a child who learns to walk
after getting out of the bathroom I'm going home
down the street in winter through the city haze

home to where she opens doors for me
sees my ghost twisted in a terrible grimace
I tell her what really happened to me
I try to touch her cheek but my hand goes right through

and pulls out the moment where we stand on an abandoned bridge
and down the river are paper ships
I take her hand and knock
hearts we jump down together
by 1.2.3