Текст песни Клим Стронский - трупы

In the silence, I hear the noise of the dead trees,
pigeon feathers are covered with pus days
and you'll die all in the last sorrow
karabl float away to the north,
Going through the cassette in dusty boxes
we do not grow old never mind,
and monotonous life bright canvases
put on the windowsill in the five-story building,
Khrushchev will go out in all windows
in free flight will break the head
on concrete walls Russian regions
in an attempt to leave their first
and a bare foot on the ruins of bottles of vodka
on sharp creasy banks
We will dance at sunset under pain
coming tomorrow
Swallows fly over the world
until he fell from the toxic smoke of the soul
and suffocation dreams be
though someone is necessary,
cried mangy dogs
covering her eyes with broken legs
At sunrise the spring sun
blinding flurry of punches
break their ribs,
runned
force the most courageous people in the world
in the hectic days will be necessary to me,
on the blade knives
leaving courage
I will give her needy
I will receive the award in the sails
and place on the deck
swim away to hell karabl
we all corpses,
Keep anchor
you all the bodies,
Keep anchor