Текст песни Лисичкин Хлеб - Монтажёр

The editor cuts out the days
He makes the plot,
On the old film still
The old track flickers.

All mixed up, day after day
Night after night again
Dawn above the thousandth window
And the house, like a house, exactly.

Face through old face
He gazes in all eyes
Bouquets of different voices
Winds the string rings.

Wreaths of patterns are woven.
The sky is like a salute
Like an inverted bottom
Unwanted minutes.

I walk through my skeleton
From the spark that broke out
Suddenly the clock runs freeze
And the rules of the game.

Here's a black factory hoot,
Daylight hose
It's time buddy to go forward
At the peak of new days.

Depicting the crests of the waves
Spinning top
I'll be just a black ox
Under the white cloud.

Intolerable rushes Himself,
The skin is chill
And all your watches need
Another day.