Текст песни Дрэгон Нуар - Манная каша

Empty flagpoles without pennants
That they roll in the corrosion of time -
Half night, half dark and we drank
After all, love and vice marry again.

Oh misfortune - an arrow in my head,
Duma electricity conductor,
You will melt the tin of stars for me
For the sins and for the mockery of that

Human with my reflection
In any mirror of the coal room
Because with a black oil eclipse
The garments have been torn from the truth.

And a random passer-by won't bulge
A pair of eyes on her wounded belly
From the blades. And the blades are you rays.
Cut with a gloss, blind. We are a stone

We fly into the throat of the unfulfilled past
Where native lips have bequeathed to me
Eat semolina porridge. Is it possible
To be different? Yes with a torch flame

Do not ignite the distant wondrous,
Do not hear covenants without intent
Between the letters in your little name
Hide a blot of immense horror?

"Eat semolina with casseroles,
To wave your head above the ivolog
Over the country and soldiers' bullets,
And over the grief of the criminal. Dear

Unborn fruit of spring
Umbilical cord adhered to the ice,
Wait in the snowstorms. And believe in him
Like the pleas of a dying mother

Eat semolina porridge and tags
Scar your childish bitterness. "
Only springs with dried branches
They ask languidly from the sky for help.

Only I did not disdain the covenants,
I believed in the hymn of the run out of time -
Why is the world bladed troubles
Cutting a hole in my head?

Why with semolina on a saucer
I have not tried the salts of transience:
Like, “happy, they will come true
Three meanings: truth and fidelity,

Yes freedom. At least in a motley cell
Blindness or the sight of a window -
Just eat son and child
You don't know the happy ones are broken

Three meanings: truth and fidelity,
Yes freedom. Why her liberties? "
We fell asleep on a dark surface
Emptiness with a semolina taste of meanness.