Текст песни птички в глитче - дом на окраине

the fog swallowed the ice distance
the sunset clung to the sky, not wanting to let it go
house on the outskirts: ¬
the doors are forever locked
inside a man.
is sick
inability to go outside
disruption of logical connections.
paranoia closes its eyes to the good world.
check at night
is the weapon loaded?
so that if someone could come
was killed.
after all, man to man is the enemy.
but no one goes to the house
the trails are snowy.
the night in the eyes of the windows is drowning,
hugging with eternity.
kissing the cyclical lips today
comes a twin brother named "tomorrow."
and the man is still looking through the windows,
who goes there all the time? where?

will he come to his house
for whose sake
gun
won't shoot
it’ll just stand in the corner,
plunging into warm conversations
a pleiad.