Текст песни Дождь - На исходе дня

Rain - At the end of the day

I saw puppets
They threw stones at the ocean, as in the last sinner -
Of course,
This is the time of the “saints” and the apt.
Say hello to them
After all, this is your habitat.
And mine are orbital stations,
Space, yes the stars.
Here are just varicose legs
Chained to the earth for a long time.
There are a lot of leprechauns,
But no matter how you ask or pray
You’re disabled for them -
They will not fulfill your desires.
And somehow without them
Surviving
Squeezing out my last breaths
While the ship is tired, they rest in the dock.

And I gave poetry to the ocean-rogue.
I think it is them
Seagulls grabbed from there
And started to rush
where eyes look
their bodies.
Probably west, back
to their chicks.

Here the waves below
naively caressed the land with rocks.
I smiled
And people in response, not teeth,
and my souls were scorched.
Here they are - cameras:
Muscles, and a layer of skin.
Puppets with stone faces
asked:
"Why am I not the same evil?"
And in response, silence to them.
After all, the more we are silent, the more we know:
For them, love, hope, faith
shut the doors
To your mansions
Finally.
And they probably
spend their funeral march
instead of knocking at least once.
Ave the killers!
Black, pale and yellow-faced.

Now everyone wants to live in the capital,
And the artist is closer to the ocean noise
And the waves splash
And sunset purple shine
of these places.
They say
Right here
The childhood is stored.

I have cheeks - blood with milk.
I don’t need to go to the office for the computer -
Just a cup of coffee with a friend
An ocean every night - and that's the law.

I saw the waves
people threw ashore.
They went out, throwing the flippers aside
Like an extra ballast.
And something buzzed
great balance
Although, in fact,
Do not know life balance:
Wherever you are.
Or you.

And the ocean whispered mysteries in my ear:
How much he ruined the soul for years,
And why is it stuffy for a lady
When you douse her easy prize
And around the thickets of cypress.
“This is love,” says
“Her taste is sweet
But it needs to be boiled for a long time,
so that she lets herself into your life. ”

I saw puppets
They threw stones at the ocean, as in the last sinner -
Of course,
This is the time of the “saints” and the apt.

In migratory birds over the Pacific
Out of fuel -
Now among the drowned
Try to find them.
They went to feed the fish,
And I climbed the mountain
And watched the day after

Bye hunger waves
Absorbed the firmament.
And a full month
He promised me that he would take with him
and will circle
in heaven until morning.
So today I’ll still live,
Forgetting the pain of loss.