Текст песни Лиля Брик - Одиннадцать

Did I listen to the hands,
When they'll have "enough!"?
Dial these numbers eleven,
Froze on the edge of the bed.

And in the middle of the night
Wake you, surprise,
I do not ever call even with reason,
Even more so by the way.

And with a sweep of need: "Where are you ?!".
Like the evening just broke up,
You proshepchesh:
"I am married, my dear,
you were late
little bit".

I will die. Immediately.
Immediately.
Sieve-heart
like a pimple,
extruded.
Turn
and I see the head
that,
What a night I even walk.

Death cut us
And we survived.
This we will forever blame.
How so...
Got better.
Probably.
I do not understand nothing.