Текст песни Horus - Дом тысячи сквозняков

House of thousands of drafts

Verse 1 (Horus)

Just a couple of seconds to realize that I need to tell you all.
Scrape the bottom of the barrel izvlin, she wandered in the dark with a lantern in the farthest compartment
my memory. Where it stored all the trash, where flowed smoothly in a dirty closet.
These dilapidated ghost of the past is irrelevant what the headlines Soviet newspapers.

I press reset. I just take, and push the reset.
Stripping cuts on the ego and psyche sprains, pulled off the rotten canvas
scab oblivion. Again, I'm staring to hurt one's eyes to the infinity of the pharynx,
where persons forgotten the friends that are alien to both newcomers from the measurement Z.

I'm fifteen again fallen on the shoulders of scruffy knapsack.
These strong smelling boredom classes where you must first fight,
then to friends. (Here it happens filtering)
The bitterness of the first puff of a school in the alleys covered with acacia -

demonstrative actions disregard for boring bans from ancestors and teach.
For the exact sciences, I somehow without trepidation ...
They make only fidget in his chair as the schemer Bender.
Under the desk "The Chronicles of Amber" yes adventure gamer Ender

instead of worn textbooks. My hatred for him was too persistent.
We, the children of post-perestroika, chasing a football in a vacant lot in front of the construction site.
From home leaving problems for the courts where no one no one is sorry.
Older brothers - in hot spots. On TV - burning policy caps.
                                                          
So remember here about childhood? This is - a corridor-access.
Not that particularly proud of, but somehow not particularly squeamish ...
Afraid later regret, that will open the door too painful?
It's like in the advertising Gillette - "You almost do not feel the blade."

Chorus:

In my head, hundreds of thousands of rooms and walk on them drafts and shadows.
My memories - gloomy whirlpool where fireflies flicker in the dark visions.
Somewhere I hide what I am afraid more than anything else.
Age does not mean anything here, because inside we are still just kids.

Born at the turn of the millennium.
Those living at the turn of the millennium.
Fatalities at the turn of the millennium.
Resurrected at the turn of the millennium.

Verse 2 (Ka-tet)

Life does not become nectar for us
so lacking in the character of the metal.
Born in the turn of the century, we suspected that
hardly the fate of us stretch a gift. Leaky memory.
Zubrezh at night helped blow up the capillaries,
but most of your knowledge here we cleverly crutches propped cribs.

This time, emerges from the depths of my memory, to the old courtyard two steps.
We were taught to go out there and not swim. Closing my eyes I get back,
boomerang to where started hardening.
There was no right to weakness
because we are the last pile. So we have to be stronger than befits superhard alloys.

I am one of those who was always with the people, but they all had one.
I remember how hard it was to find someone here that I sopriroden
and it passed by many of those with whom I am not on the road.

In the book of memory so forgotten pages where you store
blurry images of those with whom the amazing script roads are not intertwined.

Tear thread - I can not describe it, I did not pick up the epithet.
I did not want to see half of what he had seen.
I have not seen half of what it would like to see.

Wings we shackled in chains. Then the chain replaced us wings.
In my house drafts windows in the past covered the historical dust.

Chorus

Walk (Pri Uch. Eecii McFly)

verse 1

The daily din, in the turmoil of city life,
managed at the time to find a foundation, having made an attempt to paint all in rhyme
this attraction between us. Excitement slightly hoarse throat ...
After all, your beauty at times I can not imagine if kvitter triple.

The area we routinely encountered bad weather, someone dragged into a torture chamber shoulder straps ...
The newly black-enamelled black night settled on the walls of wagons.
My zhilmassiv - then people's dreams, like dry leaves, just as fuel.
Oh, young sir! In these lands, "there is no magic, but sometimes there are goblins."

I remember your eyes and whirlpools and languid smell of lilacs. Thank comfort.
When you're so young, you can not resists the charms of the sirens. Ask Jung -
whose call so beckons us out of the mess. To jumping overboard you wave cut.
And after 5 years with a smile admitted then he behaved like a complete ass.

But it is not overgrown with luggage from the experience, such as a side these efforts.
While the colors of these beautiful days in a stream of dull everyday life has not trampled.
Reminds murmur - Tired of office, completely exhausted ...
"Bitch do not kill my spirit" - responds with headphones Kendrick with Compton.

I'll che, guinea? Walk somewhere in the darkness outside.
And the atmosphere of the city at night enveloped us tight cocoon.
Past the gray blocks to Avenue of Stars Avenue through Labor.
You go home, but you come back to me even earlier than you will get there.

Chorus (Eecii McFly))

It looks dangerous. For the hundredth time she asks to stay.
I look into her eyes and realize that there is not parked
It looks dangerous. For the hundredth time she asks to stay.
I look into her eyes and realize that there is not parked

Not for a long time. Bitch, do not kill my vibe.
Bitch, do not kill my vibe. Bitch, do not kill my vibe.
Not for a long time. Bitch, do not kill my vibe.
Bitch, do not kill my vibe. Bitch, do not kill my vibe.

verse 2

Everything is simple, as the rules