Текст песни Метроман - Солёный стих

[Poem]
I woke up, I will not open my eyes
Rising from the flooring, and what will I see:
I know, I feel, the raft, not the longboat.
Damned raft, I hate him!

Wherever you look, one blue!
Rotten ropes and rotten logs!
And how hell is a headache!
Also ropes, but these spirituals

I see every dawn and every sunset!
And in the afternoon, hiding aimlessly from the sun,
Dreams, even thoughts, only one mat.
I dream to see the stranger's face ...

I want to yell, but only wheezing from my throat.
The ligaments and mouths are chopped with dryness.
I hear the creaks of the raft, and at night only sobs,
"I would have broken my fucking raft into chips"

I'm afraid of depths, only she surrounds.
I don’t need a steering wheel, I only swim forward.
Throw things into the water - the blue absorbs,
"One, second, my third turn"

I always knew what would be below.
To the bottom, I have enough strength, it seems
The water column is squeezing in the brain:
"Voices in your head, shut up, please!"

The heart is knocking, one hundred forty blows,
I want to finish the way along the water desert.
Inside, in the head, hundreds of fires,
Finish faster - the plan is very accurate

In general, to be honest, it doesn't matter to me anymore
To the left, forward, or down, all one.
But there is a difference, not everyone sees it,
A chance to bury your hand, finally, in the sand ...

I lie on my back, absorb the coolness,
The sun does not burn burned skin,
A little less I feel damned thirst
It turns out that night, eyes can be opened.

I open my eyes, there are stars and darkness.
My path is lost, there is one path, Milky ...
The depth does not delight on the raft,
Endless sky? Endlessness everywhere!

The light will fall on the sail on the left,
For a long time, for the sunset, he was ready to die.
Now it is indifferent ... Is the sunset? Dawn?
I saw them so much ... but there is no more strength

The light will pass through the sail, he will fade, and the abyss, and the abyss
And again appears, disappears again.
The beam does not do that, something more interesting ...
But in luck is not the first, my place is third!

This is a lighthouse, I’ll shut, tremble.
For a long time with the oar, the path sipped us
I hold the other rot with the hand, I hold the other rot,
For the first time in my life I learned that I live ...

And the swim is closer, the silhouette became distinct,
Lighthouse, shores, fresh foliage crowns.
This is not a mainland, nothing, this is an island!
The unknown island of an unknown country.

One thought came, through pain, and not immediately
Look at yourself, before tearing.
I look in my arms, "all in the rot, like soot ...
How will I come to this island? .. "

Wherever you look, all the pain, and all the wounds,
Rotten ropes and rotten logs
I am a victim of errors, my own, not substituted
And the last throat will publish a wild roar on ...

On the raft! To myself! On sky! On the water!
On my cheeks I barely feel salted drops
I change my course, go to the horizon
And the smell is salty, near the island - sweet

Again without strength, drowning, on the raft;
There is nothing colder than water.
I stall from the creaks, from the sun - like a mole
Ahead is not hope. There is a depth ...

[Chorus]
The raft is the center of the universe,
Where is my path to the edge?
Paradise is eternity.
But eternity is not paradise!

The center of the universe,
Where is my path to the edge?
Paradise is eternity.
But eternity is not paradise!