Текст песни Александр Балашов - Сверхновая

a terrible lull looms
and we are not sweet, but not sour either
and rub the sun into the skin
we are not close yet, but how much?

either seven hundred or three hundred
it remains to wait. we are not written
the calendar is yesterday. expired
our names and registrations

insert leaflets into envelopes
feathers are ready - sharpened

doves fly away strings
all the settings in us were knocked down
lost guide
we make our way on a whim

quietly erasing history
improvising, composing a new
still playing do-re-mi
stop treating us with talk

remember the endless sea
and somewhere a supernova will explode