Текст песни Александр Непомнящий - Освобождение

Under the thin skin - gray rain.
Behind the red wall there is an evil laugh.
Colored dreams behind muddy glass
The usual way to pretend to be alive.

Shaky shadows rush to their world.
The face brings in foreign snow.
In closed basements behind plastic pupils
Nothing but the white gloom of winter.

Shadows of people - they are screaming something.
On deafened toes - the smoke of vague soles.
Somewhere beyond the edge there are booming steps.
I don't care, I'm tired.

The frightened boy took the hands off the clock
Night is coming too fast.
Too precise on the strings - with a rusty knife.
Through the hum of wires - the cries of wounded birds.

Soot ceilings. In the holes of the kitchen age.
Someone is crying outside the door, he is just still alive.
Daylight blushes the eyes.
Traces run from the concrete snow

And far, far away, you can forgive everything,
There are thin lips of murmuring spring.
The midnight bird cries and knows the answer
A willow branch and circles in the water.

Under the thin skin - gray rain.
Behind the red wall there is an evil laugh.
Colored dreams behind muddy glass
The usual way to pretend to be alive.

Shaky shadows rush to their world.
The face brings in foreign snow.
In closed basements behind plastic pupils
Nothing but the white gloom of winter.

Shadows of people - they are screaming something.
On deafened toes - the smoke of vague soles.
Somewhere beyond the edge there are booming steps.
I don't care, I'm tired.

Hidden key, secret door.
Liberation. Away from the faceless land.
Light flocks of snow-white birds ...