Текст песни h0lden caulfield - шкаф

Do you know why a local cabinet zheke worth exactly ?

Not far from us was a girl .
raucous heavy cough
work hard needle restless sounds
in silence stale rooms of her apartment ,
dispersing the dust in the air .
Know someone flies
sea ​​twice a year ,
winter riding with grandchildren on skates,
dining at restaurants
and constantly tries
something new from the menu
and someone is slowly dying stupefying ,
without getting up from sagging
yellowing of the mattress.
It turned out that her mother
attributed to the latter.
The girl leaned over the bed,
wrapped in a web of light
evening sun of early autumn ,
falls through the pattern retracted curtains
And gently pressed her lips to his forehead dry ,
which tormented dunes formed wrinkles.
Anxiously as caught in her hands
butterfly accidentally flown into the house,
to release the window ,
without damaging its wings.
Mom slept with a clear light on the delicate face .
For dinner, canned food, pills.
Donepezil instead of sweet ,
memantine instead of peaches
And drink water from the tap
tasteful iron
And they do not even treat !
embodied in matter
time from pharmacies ,
available for purchase .
After helping mom
clean up and change clothes.
Tired girl asleep
in the chair next to the bed .

In 19 mother stole
books and cigarettes
studied French
and was in love with the chauffeur of his father,
vozivshego it on their Volga,
Only the mother all this is no longer remembered .
Sometimes she could not remember the name of the daughter .
But she was still happy
she was no one except his mother ,
and together they will cope with everything !
She knew for what
day always begins anew.
she was ready to dissolve
yourself in the other person ,
give yourself the whole ,
Become everyone for
who are all for you .
The only thing that was important.

Girl on the balcony
spread hanging
on the ropes linen and lit a cigarette.
Smoke crashed in a white sheet ,
scattered , leaving in nothing
like everything .
in the morning my mother died.

Suddenly everything went out ,
Bulb in the chandelier burst .
She was wrapped in blankets all at once,
But she could not keep warm
At 8 apartment from the sun.
and could not understand it :
She constantly paid
bills for electricity ,
heating bills ,
However, no light, no heat was not.

She decided to write a letter
a complaint with the housing and communal services .
After the first nothing changed ,
she also drogla
clock in the dark
dragging circles around the room,
clutching Sparktouched skin
in catarrhal chills
girl fidgeted on the chair.
Underwear on the balcony
still wet
through the stinking smoke.
and she did not understand ,
what's going on.
There are people who suffer from amnesia ,
and there who are sick of the fact that everyone remembers .

She wrote another .
followed by another and another.
and so every day.
she wrote and wrote
these stupid statements .
But nothing has changed !
She went back to the office
And I saw all her complaints
Backed by foot cabinet ,
Girl jams in the corner ,
and cried zatryahivayas
despair and cold.
Well worth the cabinet exactly
pain , suffering,
loneliness and meaninglessness.

In our world for a long time
hot and dry nose.