Текст песни вера полозкова - С той кровати где мы лежим

White lights are replaced with red marker,
equalizers recorder incision razors
darkness; this city is imbued with the rhythms -
he laughs Us
sings us
He tells us,
his voice threaded through us like a thread.

if he falls asleep - creased pyatisotke the rack;
pokes god antennas, towers and skyscrapers,
sleeps with old strippers, drinks with beauties -
We are from the city melted and woven
and anything we can not blame him

eternal cold - the menu all looks so elegant,
but carries menthol and eucalyptus from each bowl on
smoky kitchenette - coniferous steak chabretsovy mousse -
kissing drunken boy smell of whiskey, but
abusively
ascorbic
taste

This town just is not available and the fact that trying to sell
all tickets to the stadium, where they spend the sacraments -
each is most afraid that suddenly left
only alone with myself; all so quickly grow old,
to become an alcoholic, decay, not to respect the

We swam in the hands of his smokes, we step into a mess
his blood, saliva and arrogance, and we have fun here -
This city-to-hell, and how nice that you can see it all
with the bed where we lay