Текст песни красота красного круга - тихий дом

There is no death, only a stack of cassettes
lying in a dusty box
with a dead bottom as a service bag
in a glass container of reception
no, just an old spoon
lies on the spilled kitchen
by patterns convex reflecting
through a ragged tissue sunlight
There is no death, because of a yellow pipe
still the drops fly
with a whistle they fall to the floor
beating off the clock
in the courtyard without wheels
and such I have never seen
There is no death, and life is not a juice
but no matter how cool spinning is obvious
and in the living room there is nothing
except for a stack of papers
how many hours did it fly here
in a four-room box of darkness
The cards will be dim walls
somewhere in two thousand one hundred and twenty-three
and after the ruins on the site of death
there will be parking for Tesla mobile phones
not a single sound, in addition to mice
squeaking somewhere in the basement
At first I was not pleased with the motive
then I thought, what did we become?
this life is a quiet home for teenagers
the newcomer will be sorry
this fucking city, not boston
but we are all ready to stay here
not a single sound, in addition to the receiver that hung
over a hard couch.
cans with tablets without labels
detail on the floor from Lego Designer
someone here has lost his ego
and apparently it's not me
I'm only 22, and what are they afraid of
apart from both the roof of the flying stone