Текст песни Каин Л. - Щелочной туман

With a heavy load and with a crunch in the joints, the day creeps on the Vatican,
Reflecting the sky in rotten water,
Where the snow cormorant is swimming.

I carry my load - lead and uranium -
He pokes his knife under my skin.
Hanging dirty alkaline mist
And the acid crumbles in the rain.

I forgot how the sugar by language
Spreads sweet ice,
I forgot how the salty winds burn
Pouring salt on the face,

I forgot how the winter acid rain,
Alkaline mist taking over,
Purifies the world ... You stand and wait
Under the broken arch me.

Wait until I come, shining glass,
And I will die my nervous tic;
And as if all the broken bricks
A drunken tongue will not stop;
Saying: "Well, I'm at your feet
I'll throw my hateful crutch! "

A crutch, primed with trash, cigarette packs of crosses will fall.

And with a lame foot raking mud,
Raking in garbage and snow,
I'll go for a walk, holding on to you,
As if in a drug dream,
And your blond curl, full of perfume,
Will lead me along.

Changing the form, fog alkaline
Behind my backs ...

Who will see - do not let your eyes wipe,
As a handkerchief with a dirty handkerchief,
He will still have something to say
Hopelessly toothless mouth.

Every day, chains ring, cattle,
To break someone's bones ...

Alkaline will close over us smoke,
Behind my back it will close to mine.

But all this is a rut, yes, all this is a lie,
You do not remember me for a long time,
And under the arch in general, do not expect anyone,
Scales its link.

I go, kicking trash and trash,
I draw smoke from the pipe and spit;
Hangs dirty alkaline mist,
Concealing a vigorous cargo.
 
And with a heavy crunch in the joints, a day
Creeps on the Vatican,
Reflecting the sky in rotten water,
Where the snow cormorant is swimming.

I carry my load - lead and uranium -
He pokes his knife under my skin.
Hanging dirty alkaline mist ...