Текст песни Dronsonman - За чертой

Trees and a hill, a river near the cliff. There was a man. There is sadness and longing in it.
And a swiftly black piano fell. Crash on the ground that would be high.
The man was silent, motionless. Only the wind was furious. Foliage rustled.
It was bad weather. It was cool and blowing, and the fingers trembled in his sleeves.

He said goodbye to his brother, his old friend. deciding already forever.
Favorite piano, loyal friend, old life. between him and the whole world the devil.
Fleeing from the past, he dreamed of freedom, looked for, but did not find a trace.
In despair he looked into the face of the stormy river. With the desire to step into nowhere.

On a forehead a couple of drops of cold rushed. He burned the papers at dawn.
And in the memory of the faces of friends met, but they fled somewhere in this world.
Everything is alien now, not native. Now everything around is alien, perishable,
And even if it is steel. Not eternal, nor friendship. nor the love of all lazy.

The pendulum of life and death swings, they will argue two truths of one medal.
Between them there will again be this old dispute, in the throwing of a soul that has lost its earthly peace.
Death is strong and dangerous, full of longing and peace. Life bewitches all adorable, beautiful.
Will beckon with warmth and love. But the pendulum will swing again, and its meaning will be in vain.

He rocked back and forth, and his thoughts galloped, like a tape measure. Wait, what are you doing, you fool?
It's not so dark in this cage. There are also other options, comfortable rooms and kitchens.
You know. Alive. If all this is temporary, perishable. then put on a white shroud.
But if life you were, spoiled, pampered. Know. Freedom to have - will be brave!

To disappear, not to be, here is freedom - a reward than rotting into fools in this thicket.
What will you find in vanity, confusion, or change? You will get even more confused.
No, listen! Drink living wine, it is sweet, you will find whatever, both your own and your own.
And if you don't like it, you can always sweeten it and grease it. Brighten up with a lovely wife!

But then suddenly he realized something different, freedom from life and death, and his sick heart sank.
Go away the evil devils, leave your soul alone. Now I know who I am.
Not one of you, not two, not three. In fact, there are many of you, and all of you, for one. You are just different parts, one single medal.

But maybe they took it and took revenge on the evil, or maybe it's just such a fate.
The man's leg suddenly gave way, and he slipped off the very edge.
And somehow everything spun, and quickly everything spun.
And the sky with the earth changed places, and the head with the body.
He flew like a gloomy spot, falling down into the stormy waters.
Into the cold embrace of death. Or maybe the wings of freedom?

And he kept flying and laughing, feeling sorry and afraid, but he felt freedom everywhere.
It is not so important how it was, and how it will be. and with that he flopped into the water.
On boats, people never, no one in those places, and he quietly drowned, head down.
But the fishermen, like that time, when they took the net out of the water, they caught someone, and he turned out to be alive