Текст песни КоТ ШрёдингерА - Не Долетает

Snow doesn't reach the address
The sky is a prison but death can't part with it
Stones roll up to immortality
Mummy in a rock garden
And the stars live in the grass all to no avail
Wings of dreams, a spacesuit on a hanger
The path beyond the perimeter of the walls, the path to the shore
Of dried-up seas

She was trying to get in
She promised affection
A drunken whore, Autumn
But to swear her love
It seemed too early to me
But it turned out too late

There would be no trouble without a holiday
The spectators left, but I would like to
Throw the hateful circus at the clowns
Old and not funny
And written with a pitchfork on the water
It would seem common truths
There are no escape routes, I apparently
I walked far from them