Текст песни Театр Яда - Моя мятая вереНичья низость

painting over someone else's gray hair
soft stroking against the coat
razor,
turning a plush ball
in the billiard ball,
trying on in the dark woven
morphine,
wrapped in warmth, a worn out mind,
which comes to mind less and less.
the weakness has thickened,
slid down the wall,
meltesha chilly
in all directions, -
my crumpled fringe of baseness.
I carry out an impossible order,
with a torn body under the sheet,
in a silent wolfish urine,
in the scrapes of raw genitalia, -
flattened tank in scarlet wheat