Текст песни Мичков читает свои стихи - Бессонница

Yellow backstage water
Playing in the puddles of night Sverdlovsk
Like the hands of a stylist, the light of a lantern,
Brightens trees hairstyles.
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White avenue swept over the avenue,
The crossroads are stitched tightly.
The city is dressed in an asphalt corset
And do not count the prison bars.
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Heavy hatches, birthmarks,
Thieves will open them in the morning.
From the pain seen, something slurred
The wires will scream.
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The thoughts of the carotid brain,
Again I carry this nonsense.
Finally fall asleep, and the mind on the oars
It leaves somewhere in the dawn.