Текст песни Дом ветров - Бессонница

Tied up with sticky tape
I have a gypsy song between the mountains.
In an infinitely cold universe -
Only insomnia is a bright bonfire.
In masks closing the procession -
The ellipsis conceals heat.
Useless, long tale
People, time, surface and bottom ...

Legends lie - the hero will be killed
Sinking on the ship will not be saved
All roads lead to this dark land
Burn out the night with cold fire
What is told will remain in it
The sleeping person has nowhere else to find a shelter ...

Permanent sparks of discovery
Like playing board patterns,
Beyond your event horizon
All my roads and ways.
The mathematics of peeled mint -
The magic of mechanical days
And the inability to go back
To the points of beating planes in the trash.

Legends lie - the hero will be killed
Sinking on the ship will not be saved
All roads lead to this dark land
Burn out the night with cold fire
What is told will remain in it
The sleeping person has nowhere else to find a shelter ...

... the air was suddenly thin,
The evening was unexpectedly quiet.
My wind turned into a hurricane -
Only in the morning, wandering, calmed down ...
Time - space darkness - does not change,
Bending the values ​​of the orbits,
Just the words that hiss cool
Like a caught meteorite in the fingers.

Legends lie - the hero will be killed
Sinking on the ship will not be saved
All roads lead to this dark land
Burn out the night with cold fire
What is told will remain in it
The sleeping person has nowhere else to find a shelter ...