Текст песни Дмитрий Коломенский - Червоточина сердца и слуха

heart and hearing Wormhole
As night turns into sound,
And calling tension and muffled
From belated service bureau.
It does not much good either, no sense,
But tyrannized all fiercely and trapping
Memory and memory-candle-needle,
Memory-stone and memory-stream.

And until you do not accidentally died,
Not threw istёrtyh hooves,
Someone re-dials your number,
The defenseless ear hammer:
"Wake up!" No cases, no work,
No great destiny, nothing.
Listen to voice trembling for some reason.
Try to hear it.

Try, it is quieter than the wind,
And confused than the rustling of leaves,
But as for him at dawn
There is still time and space.
Try, and can, for this
Angel with your lips will remove the seal,
So that you could Awaiting Response
In the Middle Kingdom the phone screaming.