Текст песни ножевые незабудки - n2

let's go
trembling houses
where is the cemetery and kindergartens
in some rooms
children play with dice
the dead don't play with anything
they have already won

Caution
jaws close
Caution
pass by
behind those houses
walking shadows
pulled back
and if you leave with them
become a shadow
drown in
do you remember how it was before

only wood
with burning crown
trust and forget

heart thermometer
instead of alarm
crispy mercury
rising rising
Please stop
go away and leave
one hundred and three won't help
this bed is the end station
and my horns jumped off
curly "a" will fall apart
the humpback will crumble
bitter "but"
will melt in the mouths of strangers
squeaky mouse "I"
you will only stay
you
full
like a well
poisoned black water.

2

they are behind the wall
do you hear
mumbling eating bone porridge
drink leather compote
come on
turn off the light
and hide like mice
we are mice
do you hear
let's pretend to be dead
as if I never called you
and we don't know each other
come on
just not to see anything
close your mouth to the dog
close the window quietly
it stinks them of blood tobacco
worst of neighbors
maybe they are not neighbors
do you remember their faces
potato noses
cardboard lips
fucking sharp tongues
we saw them before
many times
they have been approaching us all these years
step by step
let's pretend to be dead, Tanya.

3

in every bed
as if in a coffin
Cotton
as if in the murky waters of the Dniester
SLEEP
no paddle
there is no buoy keeper before bed
no conductor

pub crickets
owls on the road
streams murmur through rusty pipes
somewhere the train is running
Where?

take with you
take me away
it's impossible here
city ​​of sirens
allowed to listen
it is forbidden to touch
torture worse than melting gold
in the ears

and into bed
in case
in the bosom
into the jelly of your lesbian dreams
dead sailor many years later
will return home
will bring rusty water
ancient coins
and sad eyes
will scour the dry land
looking for you
take off his boots
be kind quiet calm
wait
another year one hundred million years
on Zhovtne and maybe on Wednesday
I do not know when
8 a
but the river runs dry
and the dry throat will ask for a drink again.