Текст песни Хисамутдинов Вячеслав - Запах Запад. Восток Восторг.

Smell the West.
East Delight.
At the curtain of the curtained box
This is skin
or
Coal of your shoulder
in the dark censers?
Wait.
Through the door
Leaving -
Expensive
itself.

Step
or falling, in a hurry.
Leaving the maze
A twisted strand,
the main thing,
one day, do not let go
Ariadne thread.
Hold, stretched to the ringing
stripe
abandoned aerodrome.

Surrounded by a garrison sleep
From the surface of it to its bottom,
Calling seven names a day,
to release the chassis as claws in concrete.
Turning home or just alive
Still better than on the walls of the labyrinth
black with no gaps
letters of their name.