Текст песни Ежовы Рукавицы - Поствокзальная

poetry - Anna Yezhova,
music - Anna Yezhova, Dmitry Savrasov.
the group "Yezhov's Mittens" (Volzhsky, St. Petersburg).
sound engineering - Yuri Karnakov (Volgograd).
2010
poetry - Anna Yezhova,
Everyone who enters here keep hope. Take it easy. Count to a hundred.
We are still close, just long trains between us.
You just can't hear you through the glass. All attempts - down the drain.
I write on the carriage: "How did it happen?" Will you answer my question

at some station where tobacco also smells of bitter melancholy.
Where hearts crawl out of the skin to stay at least so.
Turn back to the wall, knit your eyebrows, get angry with the whole world.
I don’t know which of us is shitty. And what would the answer give us? ..

The clock rules the ball, as in an old fairy tale. The shack is within easy reach.
In a torn dress, with a toy guitar, I return to the bags of cereals.
You can touch it like a rosary. You can drink bitter to the bottom.
Near the mirror are two toothbrushes. But there is only one sacred.

I will hide the heroine's omens in a box - away from the curious Barbarian.
There is no suitable interjection to endure this night.
On the lips of those kissed - a cold. In the throat - a lump of steel solid ...
You went there. Come back from there. And let's forget about this death.