Текст песни МАЯК - Что я вынес из пепла

Swallowing the vomiting powder in anticipation of the train, which would take away, as always, in the wrong direction, I still did not know how the trembling in the legs subsided. We'll have to wait until I breathe freedom, the words will dry out and there will be no chance to put everything back. Is there no end to this life? I can’t raise my eyes from someone else’s bed.

Procrustean bed does not press. Monkey sheet beckons so beckons, so beckons ... I write a piece of myself at the gate to the camp: my legs are broken - I have to go, they give a match - I have to burn! Set fire so as not to die from the cold. It is necessary to burn, if there is something to occupy this flame. You have to burn - spin until the disk stops