Текст песни Freddo - Сбежавшая тень

Sun
hits in the single glazed windows.
Bottles
ring in the mesh hammock.
Akella
without a miss it pours faceted.
On the palate
slide a sharp blade,
Blue line stretches. Sad hockey.

Sunrises
scooped dirty garbage can.
Flying chips -
there are so many broken wood,
the forest turns into a field.
And if the chest is something pricks,
That is not conscience
A myocardial blood clot cuts.

Gray.
Apartment panel concrete.
Morning.
In a dirty pot boiling noise.
This is not the
Everest, which you want to climb,
But you're here. And what has become a point
I will not point.

The street children
running along the water collected in pools.
They are interested in
in the face of the new world look.
And in fact, they dig in the dirt box
out of your ever grown gray hopes.

Guilty bends case,
Sags under the weight of minutes flown away.
Turning around, you look through the veil of a viscous,
And you can see just what yesterday was not emptied.
But this story is not about that,
what might be called nostalgnilyu,
Because you did not believe,
That was not a chance here to turn.

Compass looks dejectedly into the wall,
Lodestar became the butt.
Ash lands exactly in the tablecloth,
Life, breaking, cracking, as a foil.
You're turning into something that clinging to the legs
overgrown with bulls on broken pavement.

This story is not about that,
it's time to wash off the soot,
And about the fact that you've forgotten,
Where are the damn corkscrew.
In the empty galaxy
fly to nowhere hitchhiking.