Текст песни Бутылки С Зажигательной Смесью - Сводка

the moon is hanging
the blue saucer cracked
hand squeezes the fragments of the chandelier
cut palms does not hurt
drops of blood remain on the tile
evil went out into the street
lie on the asphalt
remnants of autumn
leaves in the park
turn black, lose yellow paint
darkens, eyes are tired
night puts on a mask
shadow people
and in the dark
but the gray moon
bent over everyone
my way today
does not lead anywhere
in the puddles the sky
thick water

The night will come again

the lights are lit in a row
the empty eyes get cold

I hide my nose in the yarn of the scarf.
coldly.
a skinny dog ​​is running alongside,
flutters underfoot.
I still smell like home.
unfamiliar tail
from someone else's area.
heaviness in the air
autumn wet summary.
the weather is nasty
vodka is a joy. Vodka!
rain.
a ton of water fell from the sky
washed away colored yards
turned gray
lantern blinded
by the bully's hand
his soul became brighter
it gets dark early
as before, my way
leads nowhere.
empty road
dangerous ice

weak signal from midnight station
new blood - transmitted by radio
a bright life dies in idleness
no more pity
no pity at all
body contours
drawn in chalk
burning out, the candle smoldered slowly
a young star quietly fades
on a matte sky
the moon is hanging
forever and ever