Oherevshy vodka and cocaine ,
confusing trail in the hidden signs,
I pass only between the past and ,
birds are silent and fearful dogs .
I keep a thin iron life line to the point of the pulse,
free like a dead man ,
Harry Houdini ...
Just let me know
when you want to wake up,
will re-learn to walk in the sky , no traffic lights, dividing strips ,
and wherever I was , where I was not -
Go to my voice , come to my voice!
Look, we 've already lost shadows
keys and letter came a familiar , transparent fingers , thin veins , Comrade Major , pity cartridges ;
and I continue lifeline thin iron to pulse points ,
free like a dead man ,
Harry Houdini ,
just let me know
when you want to wake up ...
We will re-learn to walk in the sky , no traffic lights, dividing strips ,
and wherever I was , where I was not ,
Go to my voice , come to my voice!
We will re-learn to walk in the sky , no traffic lights, dividing strips ,
and wherever I was , where I was not ,
Go to my voice , come to my voice ...
Go to my voice , my voice go on , go on , my voice, the voice , my voice ...
