Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Эпилог

I do not come to contact.
Ink in the edge.
Paper ended.
The envelope disappeared.
Au Revoir, the whole world!
Pardon while!
I do not go to the ether.
Ether - Phantom.

What is not him that is -
Silent scale.
There label number six
Zamed,
Hung on arrows,
On the edge,
And the place of that scale -
In recycling.

Weather - Won from hand.
(From her and demand.)
River spills around
Broken thunderstorms ...
When and rejoin
Flaw scale
To whom I will pay
Your "Crook"? ..

Dumb, not glow
My dial.
And the arrows are spinning
It's not in the way
For dying
Rotation
Asking for advance
Forgiveness.

In the breakdown,
Why is there anything
But they are stumbled
On number six
How in a dark room
On Chiffonier.
Ah, arrows, completeness,
Not up to the manner!

Cling, sharp,
Per numbers.
After all, we are on the island,
We by the fire,
Buzzing in the bountar of ash, -
So what,
What cut us out
From all?

But what kind of review
Which space!
Scope of almost marine
Razhat, pressure ...
The wave is quite drunk,
Bello Sleep -
Painting Repin
"Ninth Val"!

However, on the soul
No darkness.
Once it is necessary
Live and so -
Without a genus tribe
Outside blood
No - how much time,
No - what is your name ...

To whom a squall - catch
I am a scientist;
I was not taken by surprise;
I took everything
In any trifle van.
And who is not an inner -
So this is a shooter
And watchmaker.

Back, rescuers!
Do not need a ladder.
Drug is whether
Oh, Eskulap?
When you learn
Steel law? -
Togo will not cure
Who is not sick.

He is that Comme Il Faut,
That Faut Il Comme,
Thigh his milk,
Although a hammer, -
He is refunded
He is not shy;
Earth rotates
Not with him.

And let it spinning
She is not him
Just in case you
He sends a bow
For dying
Rotation
Asking for advance
Forgiveness.