Lyrics Игорь Кутузов - Аритмия сердец
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В мокром синем пальто
Многоглазая ночь
Полирует мое стекло
Все царапины прочь прочь
Ты конечно же спишь
На часах – третий час
Над кроватью твоей
Крылья крыш
А над ними у них
Сны о нас
Я считаю овец
Тут их тыщи кругом
Не бегун а беглец
Вся накладка лишь
В том что – бегом
Все бегом да бегом
А в ушах все
Давай давай давай
А под ложечкой – ком
Впереди за чертой
Толи – ад то ли – рай
Твой человек с моим лицом
Скоро свалится в грязь
Молодец – молодцом
То ли пьян то ли тронулся
Выжил умом что-то шепчет
Своим безвольным ртом
Не то слаб не то слеп
А танцует подлец
Не то вальс не то степ
В аритмии сердец
Я – твой путь и покой
Я – твой муж и отец
Я слагаю с тобой
Аритмию сердец
Мой неконченый ВУЗ
Ненаучный подход
К астромузыке муз
К анатомии тонущих нот
В биофизике роз
Все цветет в полный рост
На плантации хмель
Винограденных лоз
В грустнологии губ
Ржа разорванных труб
В счетоводстве овец
Чей-то брошенный плуг
Теплография рук
Всем наукам венец
Слышишь стук-перестук
Аритмия сердец
Бросил рубль в Неву
Сосчитал всех овец
Да под богом живу
В аритмии сердец
В мокром синем пальто
Многоглазая ночь
Полирует стекло
Все царапины
Прочь прочь прочь
In a wet blue coat
A multi -eyed night
Polishes my glass
All scratches away
You are of course sleeping
On the clock - the third hour
Above your bed
Roof wings
And above them they have
Dreams about us
I think sheep
Here their thousands are around
Not a runner but a fugitive
The whole lining is only
In that - running
All running and running
And in the ears everything
Come on, come on, come on
And under the spoon - lump
Ahead of the line
Roofing felts - either - paradise
Your man with my face
Will fall into the mud soon
Well done - well done
Either drunk either touched
Survived something whispers with the mind
With your boundless mouth
Either the weak is either blind
And the scoundrel is dancing
Either a waltz or step
In the arrhythmia of hearts
I am your way and peace
I am your husband and father
I am composed with you
The arrhythmia of hearts
My unconscious university
An unsuccessful approach
To the astronomus of muses
To the anatomy of sinking notes
In the biophysics of roses
Everything blooms in full growth
On the plantation hops
Vine
In the sadology of the lips
Rust of torn pipes
In the accounting of sheep
Someone abandoned plow
Heatography of the hands
The crown of all sciences
You hear a knock-pestle
Helrim of hearts
Threw the ruble into the Neva
I counted all the sheep
Yes under God I live
In the arrhythmia of hearts
In a wet blue coat
A multi -eyed night
Polishes glass
All scratches
Away away
A multi -eyed night
Polishes my glass
All scratches away
You are of course sleeping
On the clock - the third hour
Above your bed
Roof wings
And above them they have
Dreams about us
I think sheep
Here their thousands are around
Not a runner but a fugitive
The whole lining is only
In that - running
All running and running
And in the ears everything
Come on, come on, come on
And under the spoon - lump
Ahead of the line
Roofing felts - either - paradise
Your man with my face
Will fall into the mud soon
Well done - well done
Either drunk either touched
Survived something whispers with the mind
With your boundless mouth
Either the weak is either blind
And the scoundrel is dancing
Either a waltz or step
In the arrhythmia of hearts
I am your way and peace
I am your husband and father
I am composed with you
The arrhythmia of hearts
My unconscious university
An unsuccessful approach
To the astronomus of muses
To the anatomy of sinking notes
In the biophysics of roses
Everything blooms in full growth
On the plantation hops
Vine
In the sadology of the lips
Rust of torn pipes
In the accounting of sheep
Someone abandoned plow
Heatography of the hands
The crown of all sciences
You hear a knock-pestle
Helrim of hearts
Threw the ruble into the Neva
I counted all the sheep
Yes under God I live
In the arrhythmia of hearts
In a wet blue coat
A multi -eyed night
Polishes glass
All scratches
Away away