Текст песни игорь малахов - на ощупь

I was not lying in the wards
I did not feel the smell of death
I felt your fingers
In the poisonous white sheets

But no pulse , no wind, the sky
And in September , mixed with summer
I felt his fingers touch
And turned to the wall in the shell

Outside the window everything as it was before
All around, in a familiar dance
And the fog , and sadness
In the same black dress

But without truth , without birds sky
Died exploding sulfur
I felt your fingers
Dying in the ruins of happiness