Текст песни Krek - В этих глазах вся ее жизнь....

In these eyes her whole life
all dreams are visible from the windows of old houses,
into the narrow slits of the eyes, squinting, for the last time,
she will see the place where she will leave her childhood.
She ran away from the rain on wet sidewalks
holding a volume of Nabokov under his arm
child-girl-woman ...
old age came imperceptibly
while the piers creaked from the wind
"The cough breaks the old people .. delight in a dream, and only" -
the widow Olga groaned to me.
And the weather is no longer sweet, in a dusty, musty room
knocked on the walls: "Where are you calling?"
saw God, saw blood on his palms
an old lady in a coat whispered to me:
bequeathed an apartment to her grandchildren ...
the newlyweds added potassium cyanide to the decanters!
It smells like ginger spring, spring melts before our eyes
and now it's autumn in some places ...
too thin walls, too weak light
how many years have passed? we are the shadows of these years ...
the whip blows are heart beats,
like that melody, whisper of bystanders
will warm the rustle of the record
and there is nothing more expensive than those old pictures ..
Where is the stalker who will lead her into the depths of memory?
will return back to the spring years
she wanted to return to innocence
day after day killing this pain with something like morphine
under the lampshade of a letter to relatives, distant:
"hello mom .." - granite lines
footnotes, and something about eternal memory
we can't stop the ice melting
No, don't repeat it, and don't try to play with it ..
do you remember last time? you will know
when your grandson shouted "I don't remember who was with him .."
and you said he can't be like that
no, close your eyes and show your hand-
she will tell us the story of the past years
a year melts, followed by another ...
no one is irreplaceable! no one is irreplaceable!

Always at 8 am everyone gets up to work or school.
everyone has their own business
and only she,
despite the pain in the body, gets out of bed,
barely moving, goes into the tunnels
or churches you can see her there
any day of the week
old lady at the gate of the temple
stands with outstretched hand, her life is a drama ..
non-healing wound
in her heart, because she outlived those
who called her mom
the gray scale of monotonous days
goes to bed late then gets up early
Olga in the park by the fountain
where couples circle to the rhythm of the old tango
smoothly on the alley of lovers
in the shade of an old maple tree
very old, very gray

Olga Petrovna washes floors and marble walls
sure her money was eaten by the system
recalls Stalin with tears
and sometimes wears a darned jacket with medals
but now everything is sold, somehow the money is donated to the children
"Everything is plundered!" Olga Petrovna screams
In the empty rooms of a communal apartment
demihumans spit on the floor,
Seryozha hates dad
He shouts that he will hand over his son to the orphanage
to his wife Irina: "Do you remember, I picked you up in shit too?
and now on my neck you, your geek and your mother is an old bitch! "
Seryozha stopped looking from this hell there was no way out,
no, there were no tears, just more gray hair
on the heads of hungry old women, eternal gray-haired widows,
lactating guide dogs on weekends.