Текст песни Павел Фахртдинов - Тишина

Wake up, as if there were not these hours
Conducted in color forgetfulness,
Today's cigarettes, yesterday's tea,
Snow last year, and eternal gray
Your feet carry you to those about whom you never knew,
They are not their own
There is not enough alive, so any undead
You are humanized
In a random unconsciousness inside of yourself, and there
Airless and crowded
Gray something bass, bangs loudly and colitis with a needle
Slowly dripping time on the crown,
Voice is loud and cracked
I want only silence,
But you live until nightfall

And only silence will plunge you to the bottom
And on this bottom the window
From that window
Heard
Only silence

The cities are revived in you
You are the master over them, you have a magic beard,
You at least Hottabych, okay, not God,
You just chudish, but not miraculous.
You rise above, turn into ...
Darkness is not, hell is yes,
You
You rearrange, replay,
You imagine the wind,
With the only difference, not the vector of dependence you, no,
But the source
You throw a current, you look - so?
Like so.
You rejoice. Duc!
Slow down - from the word bend, - you are convinced,
Your spine
Straight like a trumpet, like Mayakovsky's flute,
You are the best heavenly conductor,
In you plays
Silence…
Will immerse you on the bottom
And on this bottom of the window, from that window is audible
Light is more light than silence
Will immerse you on the bottom