Текст песни Артем Эн - Часы идут

The room chair, like Van Gogh,
with respect to the clock is a worn sideways.
Peace - is the lack of a verb,
or cowardly inaction period.

You're in a strange city incognito. By the sea
It is a church. Everywhere toponomy.
Are you glad to know, but you know. Even number
its forgotten, but still free.

You pass payphone as if by.
You are the wind in an abandoned tomorrow.
Standing tall, like dominoes, dominoes,
behind them spire brazenly bullied.

The entrance to the staircase. You as expected - open.
On the stairs knocking the heel, then a cane,
the old heart beating rhythm,
and the sound of holy insofar as the unit on.

You come to the door. Exhale word forms,
in the mouth leaving a few. Knocks.
Silence. Looks back door, like a thief,
Come home to commit suicide.

Plow suddenly pushed his foot.
Inside the silent hours before bespominnym chair,
standing sideways in a state of rest,
hanging on the jacket itself is an old man slouches.

You look out the window. The window overlooks the windows.
You are waiting for. Lack of weighty person.
This is evidenced by the chair like a Van Gogh
and wall clocks podёrnuvshaya arrow.