Текст песни Сергей Труханов - Сидя в тени

Windy summer day.
Putting to the wall
Tree and his shadow.
And the shadow is more interesting to me.
Trail, having received a woven,
Runs to the pond.
I look at the children
running in the garden.

The ferocity of their frisms,
their luckless crying
embarrassed by the coming world
If he were in vain.
But Plok blindness
Time acquired
As a result of laptians,
In which we were lucky.

Gloomy brick
Blue scratches
dome as paralysis
Our dreams are
space liner;
Appearance of these communities
can embell you
To put the brain.

New Bee Roy.
These hiles will occupy
producing alive
Electric honey.
Children will displace us
in suburban gardens
memory - tee eyes
Forms of emptiness.

Nature will teach them
what is in need
Zaglilah, like verse:
time, etc.
They will supply the digit "100"
curls of ivy,
If not eternity, then
Constancy looking for.

Daily lies
and buzz flies
there will be unbearable
But they will operate their rumor.
Tooth will distinguish them copper
From silver. Foliage
They will teach them noise
Most voice.

After us - not a flood,
Where is quite oars,
But the crowd of the crowd,
Multiple number.
Let the celebration of caviar
Over the fish is not a sin,
But the angels are not mosquitoes,
And they are not enough for everyone.

Windy summer day.
Smells are unclean
Extlive lilac.
Grumbled, I griege like that
To whom it is lucky
Outgoing in darkness
world where, making evil,
We knew more - to whom.

Windy summer day.
Garden. Remote Ryv.
Police Siren,
as a coming words.
Birds peck from urn
trash instead of the millet.
Head like Saturn,
Pain is surrounded.

Than sincere singer,
All less often, alas,
SPABENETS
Vibrates from love.
Tried fire
Touching the ax,
hard sweat, palm
Do not sweat the vortex.

It is not a fear of a knife
or new odnet
But that turn
For what are we not.
So capable of the Moon
Picture alert:
Life as a measure of length
Nothing to attach.

Thousands and century
themselves go to the end
So that no one has come
To the bomb or to lead.
Case so many hands
dies not from the sword,
But from cheap trousers,
Throwing sneaking.

Future black
But from people, not
because it is
Black seems to me.
As if taking off
Children are already now
see not what we;
Certainly not us.

The gaze is unpred.
Dwelling
Street Cherubim,
drunk in a lollipop
From slingshot in the garden
Based on the sparrow
Does not think - "Fake",
But convinced - "kill".

Any dustness essence
The sign of the orphanhood of things
Not received chest.
Apotheosis acne
armed with pupil
fitting in whose circle
visible world
and Star - Nearlyruk.

This effect - vice
only spaces
Not stacking.
So looks into the ceiling
falling into bed;
either - deprived sleep -
He, what to hide,
Climb on.

This song without end
There is a result of kinship,
Serenade Father,
minority aria
petya summation
In the spacious - the crowd,
flooding parquet
under the curtain, etc.

Windy summer day.
Children's runway.
Tree and his shadow
Fallen on me.
Ripped flakes cloud.
Call from the fell
pond. And a lot of ray
- like a velcro for flies.

Absorbing your juice
stacking bush, notebook,
Mark, exactly sand,
which is easy to play
Children look at that distance
where, exactly a penny in the handstone,
Mirror that standal
I took with you, not to make.

Our developing features
Crack and voices
(big poverty sign
Nature on miracles),
Putting the jaw, goiter,
Children are distorted
own anger - so
Do not retreat backwards.

So moving forward
Behind the horizon, behind the edge.
So, continuing
Poses fabric.
So, mixing the fraction
in zero, in leukocytes - dirt,
gives himself blood
Swirl fear.

This is, see,
The role of matter in
time - pass
All in power is nothing
To populate the loose