Текст песни батиsкаф лун - внезапно сгорать

every time suddenly burn
and send your corpse to the crematorium
He is laughing at us cold Ra
clouds floating above us again
I stood at the traffic lights
between green and red
it is time to put a monument
all the feelings that have been in vain.
Road movement
pedestrian perpendicular
I feel a void among the metal masses
I have cast a shadow on the crane
and I throw verses.
Closed in the bathroom.
Here, too, is emptiness.
but inside the accumulated light,
I shed it on the tiles
spreading red silhouette
Platelet-like mafia.
and I am in captivity
surreal combinations
loneliness among the walls
where life comes into stagnation.