Текст песни Рем Дигга, the Chemodan - 13. Завод

Rem Digga:
It's quiet in a coffin
Only the wind howls famously,
Leaves sweeping trail
Their yellow pile here at the gate
Behind them, the plant, the plant has died down ...
Corpse factory.
Hope died the day before yesterday
The diagnosis was awarded economists doctors
It's overcast in the morning
Rain will be mourned
Like this brick bark
Bole does not make noise from work
Dogs are also guarded at the table waste.
Forgotten by all but them
Abandoned stands alone
A thousand years is not bleached giant
Shareholders are not friends
"JSC" - not the family now, but only the land
Sold by the general whale
The once-living plant is now
Only concrete and scrap
I do not see traces from working minibuses
There is no good. The treasury belly month blown away as
Life is transient and dashing
You look at the shops stolen by people instantly
Such wild deaf longing ...
Left last watchman, faceless thump board
The plant is not breathing now,
Here the mouse is ruled now
And the entrance door whines ...

Rem Digga, The Chemodan:
Closer, these pipes no longer breathe
Be quiet, it's like there is something ...
Do you hear?
In the walls of an old Yau factory
We will not find anything there on the ruins of spit.

Closer, these pipes no longer breathe
Be quiet, it's like there is something ...
Do you hear?
In the walls of an old Yau factory
We will not find anything there on the ruins of spit.

The Chemodan:
In the doorways useless blizzard crying
Substitute sa-sugar substitute as she
As she betrayed, but there was no reason
Here on TV Malevich square
He is off.
The reasons were in demand,
But the industry works for shitty
Thin Matveich will no longer shoot matches
Do not make up forever otosevshey Wichki
Do not use a cigarette case protecting from the wind
Do not breathe fumes right in the director
- Hello brother hi,
- hello brother hello
“I need advice and something else ...”
- Well, come on at the old factory at 19:40
With those who are dear, we barred for five hundred parts.
And you forgot about him
And this factory is now producing dust ...
Useless blizzard crying
Sugar substitute ... How is she ...
But no matter how
Here on TV Malevich square
He is off.

Rem Digga, The Chemodan:
Closer, these pipes no longer breathe
Be quiet, it's like there is something ...
Do you hear?
In the walls of an old Yau factory
We will not find anything there on the ruins of spit.

Closer, these pipes no longer breathe
Be quiet, it's like there is something ...
Do you hear?
In the walls of an old Yau factory
We will not find anything there on the ruins of spit.