Текст песни М.Ефимов - Коростель

Crake measures a mile away in the meadows ,
nightingales sew the windows without interruption ;
House under siege ; lantern in the night post
compliance with universal idle mode.

Each room has its own bastion created
plywood , glass , d.s.p. and tissue
and in one of them - the person , and it
hugs dream empty -handed.

The man gritted his teeth , but fast asleep -
so in the darkness manifests itself loss ;
and her loss , original form -
emptiness , instead of the one that had once lived .

Top - Factory of stars of the Creator ,
below - sleep catches hands ;
and cushion hardens under a rock face ,
turning to dawn in the same stone.