Текст песни Операция Пластилин - На игле

The wind carries from the hospital garbage
The smell of syringes and other people's new buildings,
The smell of pills and cloud wool
The smell of winter, decomposition into atoms.

You walked in and locked inside
And on white he drew charcoal
The snowy edge of the needle dawn
White wings fatal rift.

The wind carries from the forgotten cellars
Dirty shadows of animal grins.
Aminazine and uninjured veins,
Pipes, cornices, cardboard walls.

You walked in and locked inside
Wiping your face with a sleeve.
You remember, you and I are related
This damn benzene ring.