Текст песни аля кудряшева - Утреннее

You enter slippers, coming out from under the covers,
Something about this is from those classic deeds,
About which so much has been said.
If you get up early, then at noon there is an afternoon snack.
That is, speech becomes clean, almost not mean.
I wake up at seven in the morning. And this, of course, is a feat,
Let not a feat, a feat, but in general, anyway.

I wake up at seven in the morning. This is the beginning of the world
God told Adam: "Think of what it will be,"
And Adam, not waking up, said "it will be an elephant."
He came up with an elephant with his hands outstretched,
So our parents called us awake,
So happened water, water or stone stone,
Because feeling is first of words.

Because the elephant is the elephant, and the rose is the rose,
This is not a grammar, this is a metamorphosis, -
Waiting for the dawn, come up with their name:
Toddler and elephant, asphalt, convenience store,
The dark tail of an overripe tomato,
This girl with ruffles at the hem
Names of cities, kittens, pigeons, nerds.

If the sun has not yet risen, then there are chances,
But the sky is already turning pink, it's time to decide
Say names - and melt into your daytime
But more important now, until the end of the week,
Make the rails ring while we hum
To make something more beautiful in fact,
And so that the rose remains a rose, not an elephant.

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I get up at seven in the morning - and this, of course, is late,
Outside the window, February smells like bread, gasoline, a rose,
It smells like shower gel - mint and lemongrass,
Endless alarm sets in a nervous tick
The snow is parting under my huge boot.
It's an hour before dawn, a big earth wash
He washed, squeezed from the floor twelve times.

Here are twelve people for me - and not more hours,
And twelve different names for tears and pain
And fourteen words "love," and thirteen "no."
An elephant wakes up, you wake up, for now
Not having a name, smells like burnt porridge,
Cough powder wakes up on the table,
The pink snow is melting on a damp-up window.

You enter slippers, then you dress and go out,
I thought everything was invented for you, but that's just
Thirty meters of empty road, and then he
Compose, suffer, invent, erase,
You squeeze out the unnecessary, you accidentally hurt you,
I still had to get up a little earlier,
A dawn band is blooming above you.

But the only thing with Adam, with me and with them -
It suddenly freezes at the door, come up with a name
For the elephant and the rose, for those who are baptized by us
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Here Adam wakes up. Maple calls maple
And mountain ash - mountain ash, and he calls the leaf green,
Well, the girl, of course, is called Alena,
And the kitten, of course, Joseph, as yet.