Текст песни 4 позиции бруно - Маргинал

Touch the hand of the singing harp
Strive upward blind sounds
I, who wrapped a scarf around my neck,
I stuffed my hands into my pockets.
I walk in courtyards along the buildings
Once erected by someone,
Worries me a little
My eternal, restless rest.
Cars by, people by
(Live: Cars are flying by)
Trees with ripe fruits
Remind ???
Shake my memory
(Live: Shake my memory,
I haven't dug in there in years)
I'm small and old again
A cripple gnome unnecessary to the world.
I put my back under the blows
Without slowing down.

I mince with two feet
I cut the air with my hands
Shake my memory
Bloody ulcers and scabs of a cluster.
The house was destroyed, not built by me,
The baby is dead, he was not conceived by me.
I am healed, I am not sick
Works by the edge of no post.
The scarf chokes, tightening the throat,
But expanding the entire body of the body,
I can see things are different from behind
But I didn't want to, I didn't do anything.
Everything will soon be pulled together absurdly
(Live: The Earth Is Ready To Scatter)
Farther and farther into the distance, farther - wider.
I mince with two legs ...
(Live: I hate you with all my heart,
But you yourself allowed me)