Текст песни макулатура - океан

The ocean backed away from the pilgrims
bitter salt shines on the stones remember
how the sun-killer hung how the bird laughed
seeing in you only carrion and lips did not whisper

The dream of great water will turn into a Styx
no reward burns the skin on the exhausted muscles
This body has already been lost and only loom
a break between lives as a gap between garbage boxes

Today, you will degrade today in the layers
Observer that broke off from charming dreams overripe berry
flying past the inanimate and not yet dead
to the dusty world and somewhere providence that will adequately understand it

Count from the lips on which death is bubbled
These places do not want to at least assign them
These dark proud monsters do not want to make victims
these gods do not want the voices of your quiet grinding

This dream does not seek to come to life and you also go to the sand
so that the fire quickly becomes a feather -heading head to the east
every breath of your prayer pray of Lutinak through the current field of the battle
The ocean will return and rinses you with a razor dear friend


Someone is in these waters
The dreamer's forehead will be touched furtively
I did not need another
except pencil and notebooks
to write your word
Run the paper boat
I didn't need another
Yes, and I hardly need it


all that people cannot be approximately understood
will be ridiculed from the stage with some disgusting comedian
Pour you in the sky or drag the cart in the face or
Grin in the languor in a moth apartment spent

all these years only a respite for someone who is suddenly mortal
The star froze in the sky frozen and sleepy stupe
Drinking as a cheap strong reflected in a concave mirror
Fate of her girl in horror for a second found out

The feast of Valtasara dragged on but no one will understand the letter
Poklot under the veil in the arms of dead sleep
managed to give everything a name, but namely is unlikely to celebrate
From the imagination of the erased, metastases moved to the table

and knock on empty circles on a smooth flat surface
Pork eyes will flash in the night and they will find something to treat
we will get used to the meals of mummies get used to dry soldering
Andrei Gubin will jump out and bring a coal to the chinarik

Pierro smile on his lips like a proud surface of the ocean
I spit the layman on the mourning sign without hearing the howl of the giant
Another eternity is experienced half -dead curiosity
to the sky and birds of the star and flowers, this haze lies on the steps


Under the light of sad and starry
The shoulders of the titans are chilly
In the silent rest empty dreams
The lifting cranes will whisper
And the stone will grow
mountains of living spaces
The lair of a strange beast
plexus tel in a sleepy dance