Текст песни Неизвестно - Девочка, наступающая на грабли

Play on my nerves the last minor chord,
Devote me a few moments, a couple of terrible words.
It's so easy to overwhelm me ...
I so easily and ridiculously scatter into pieces ...
The knuckles are broken, on the pantyhose holds,
Tears dried out, but not get rid of the shackles.
Through dreams only - the only entrance to you,
But at the exit you can exhale and suffocate ..
I'm so scared to wake up
And not being able to take a breath ..
My dreams weave thousands of black widows.
A thousand is a lot. A thousand is a whole army.
As the beloved Barto Agnia wrote to the children:
"It was in January" .. And do not argue .. Your mother ...
I have a feeling of resentment towards you, not fire, but corruption.
Then the saving instinct of self was disabled ..
Heart banged, wadded feet
And it started on the thumb ...
Show "Girl, stepping on a rake."
The number is deadly. Come on, everyone gasped.
However, not scary. Everyone laughed, I cried
Not the first and not the last time.
Do not count how many soulful crystal vases burst.
All the lamps burned out, the ceiling lamps were scattered with glass ...
No one would dare to raise my tone
And you were all infinitely allowed ..
To me - cover your mouth with your hand and count the platforms.
So be it. "I do not regret, do not call, do not cry"-
As the great Sergei Yesenin wrote.
The stone is not the one from whom you can wait for the return,
Albeit forever in memory of perpetuated.
And you will have a lot of poems,
But steps .. no more to meet.
I'm not iron, love has a limit too.
How is your evening?
Eat well, sleep? Nothing anywhere presses ??
Admit it, because there is nothing to answer.
I have to you the eternal transverse
Pain, which is again at its zenith.
It is like a war hand to damage:
"Please chop off!
Otherwise, I will do it myself! "
This time I let you go. Walk
To hell with it.