Текст песни Записки Неизвестного - боль

Apathy

He stayed, but was not, and there was no one to ask - and no one!
I hate the sky of the color of Dostoevsky.
Exuding tears in anticipation of paradise
I break my dreams, dying prayingly.
Far from the world, soul, find yourself!
So speechless - professing life ...
I glance at the glass with dreams
Squeamishly kissing the shrine with his lips,

I breathe hope with church coolness ...
I will admire the father, but mother will delight! -
Rising to the sky, although used an octave ...
He stayed, but was not - left in glory.
Tearing off the horseshoes from the black horses -
Quietly uttered the word that death is more accurate.
Clots of smoke dreaming at the ceiling
I could feel that the eye was not visible
Feeding this life with emptiness from the palm of your hand
And everything okromya is just a simple echo!

Bow

I know I won’t break the word
No matter how lousy -
I will turn the seams out
The soul of Russian tailoring.

I read it simply.
Don't drop your tears
But feel keen
To defecate urge.

Forgive me, but are you
Was, my friend, not to blame
The truths have cooled
Eyes a hundred kilowatts?

You wrinkle outrage
Frowning man
Did not beg forgiveness
In a pose of a bent nail!

Couldn’t dream below
So that you be kicked out
And bending in the lower back -
He bowed to him;

To be forgotten forever
The evil walls of the tavern
Where your dreams swirl
The blue smoke of tobacco!

Who fingers their fingers
In ulcers - believes in miracles.
The crematorium expels
Souls to heaven are sinful ...

Not forgotten and not abandoned.
Without closing the night of hope
Quietly in the memory of the past -
Hopes light up!

After all, when the heart hurts
And the soul in turmoil wild
You will bow
Before His meek face.