Текст песни Ася Абажурова - Это будет осень,миниатюра

Everything is calculated correctly, there can be no error. It will be autumn. The big and small hands on the watch will close and freeze at 12. They will remain together forever. Dim sunlight will fall horizontally. Inside the beam are sparkling specks of dust. Each has its own trajectory of whirling, it is no coincidence. I will take four deep sips from a tall glass on a thin leg. The wine will be tart and sweet. It will enter me gently and soothingly. A slow dark drop will make its way from the corner of the lips and leave a mark on a snow-white dress. You say "time" and give a small bouquet. I will step out, straight as a string. I will smile tightly. You take my hand and bring me to the place. Not long to go, only twelve seconds. You will put me face to the wall and blindfold me. I will only smell the rough smell of city bricks. “Five left,” you say. I nod. ... Four, three, two, one. The last thing I can think about is whether I set an alarm for tomorrow. After all, you will slowly come up to me and lie down next to me. Gently and almost without touching, you kiss me on the neck. Blood on the corner of your nerve mouth. The flowers are still clutched in my weakened hand. You look at the clock. It will be autumn. The big and small hands of the clock closed and froze at 12. So they stayed together forever. Dim sunlight falls horizontally. Everything is calculated correctly, there can be no error.
04/28/08