Текст песни Пост Мортем - Слишком Поздно

I remember how we traveled with my father and there was not a single person whom he did not know. is he
talked, told stories, always gave advice, but I don’t remember that even once
talked about this. A few years ago I went to his hospital, he was very, very
is sick. He did not even immediately realize that I was sitting next to ...

The sounds of the hospital, the triumph of iron with concrete
The chambers are empty and off the walls of the spirit of sentences
Broken dreams, tears, loss of loved ones
Fire threats, pleas, patient claims
Ladders worn in foot ovals
Echoes of groans, forgotten years of shadow
It's kind of empty here, but the blocks live in the past.
How can I not call good
Rolled gazebos, a couple of tired shops
Here, leisure day cards, if you're on your feet
People are rare, often they are not at all
Only a car from the morgue is a regular guest.
A handful of still-alive eyes without color
No one knows whether he will live to dawn
No ticket back, only foggy tomorrow
And think about life, about a bad start.

Too late to make plans for tomorrow.
It's too late to drive your loved ones to the theaters.
Too late to run from the inevitable.
The bodies of the other bunks are the same, the bunks are the same ...

Too late to make plans for tomorrow.
It's too late to drive your loved ones to the theaters.
Too late to run from the inevitable.
The bodies of the other bunks are the same, the bunks are the same ...

Then he began to cry ... and through his tears he looked at me and said ... "talk to
me"...

The diagnosis was cruel and the doctor was honest.
The treatment is long and the outcome is well known.
(.......) the day is lonely, in the beginning there was a word and it was poor
Not touched, there are dozens of these in bathrobes
Severe patients with droppers in wards
One seemed to run into the building for five minutes.
Now they do not wait for her back, for one breast
Here they are cutting live, irradiating, stuffing pills
Trying to heal these sick cells
As a Russian roulette, you will survive, or to the grave
Baldness, infection or sterility
Someone kind of finally smiled during the day
And at night, orderlies carried him under a sheet.
Here so live looking at a number of cheap reproductions
The bodies on them change, but the beds remain.

Too late to make plans for tomorrow.
It's too late to drive your loved ones to the theaters.
Too late to run from the inevitable.
The bodies of the other bunks are the same, the bunks are the same ...

Too late to make plans for tomorrow.
It's too late to drive your loved ones to the theaters.
Too late to run from the inevitable.
The bodies of the other bunks are the same, the bunks are the same ...

I did not know where to start, I did not know at all ... But as soon as I started talking,
he closed his eyes and died ... Even without hearing a word ... That's because ... you son of a bitch.