Текст песни ЛихоЛесье - Дневник Тани Савичевой - 2008 - 9.Последний глоток

Strange though in a glass
On his bare feet in wooden pajamas
That sparks fell from the eyes of the logs on the sand.
Swirls epaulettes and ranks
Who is without sin, cast the stone already
Direct popdanie in goal is the coveted temple.
And every morning E2 - E4, every night E4-E2 and the last sip.
Do not think badly of me
Between the past and the future in a flash.
I zaplёl hair rhizome roads.
Someone covers us from the rear
And that is not drunk, then cooled
But the doors taken off the hinges and open ceiling.
And fall like a bullet in the chest, the last sip.
Scolded his wife, so do not be sad country
Peretёrta string, so there is another
I was there too, so drink poured
All sang, propyl, all washed, otvyl.
And with arms flying tops and roots in a sleeve
Ototri to white, so to unlock the dark
Skolbko years, how many winters weightless invisible
Unfamiliar, NEGAS ...
Last sip and weightless, invisible.