Текст песни Простой микрофон - Мне тут нравится feat. Only tea

90 years later, these houses will be demolished.
Life is short, in childhood my mother told me
Remembered when it was, where
Under the northern lights, walking in Vorkuta
Motionless dance with snow, cold wind
Balconies to the sky, five or nine, every three meters
These are all the pigeons in the wires from your childhood
I forgot how the molecules of the mittens pile bask
Summer and the hot smell of wormwood in the backyard
After rubbing his nose in winter, until he became
It covered with a blue cloud and missed the stars
In the smoke of the plant, half remained I.
The light walks with me on a charm from sensors
And I preach just to be human
Windows, asphalt, antennas, pigeons, cable
Energy, air, radio echo, plastic and stone
Windows, asphalt, antennas, pigeons, cable
Energy, air, radio echo, plastic and stone
What are you doing? Everything will pass soon and everything will be fine
But just vouch for yourself, only for yourself
History of a nonlinear book posthumously
The street is empty, everyone watches online concerts
Sorceresses in shawls practicing gypsy hypnosis
My friend outwardly, well, just Jesus Christ
Outwardly similar to a homeless god
All summer lugs a huge trunk
What I look like here is completely incomprehensible
T-shirt in rust il red tomato stains
Sheltered snow from the skin bronze tan summer
There is a hill to fly into the sky with a comet
Let it be the launching pad
Like Korolev, the starship was collecting furtively
But I'm not from here, but from above to watch the maze
In the medicine cabinet, zelenka, cotton and bandage
Aurora borealis with brilliant green
A bandage in the milky way, like scotch tape
As many constellations as there is enough cotton
Well, then sit on slate patches
Sound lamp, encoder, transformer booth
Railroad, steps and last minibus
Light, lanterns, candles will be cut off at the microdistrict
Walking in the moonlight, thanks to my medicine cabinet.