Текст песни Tihaya Sova - Kasha

He tried to pull a hood over his eyes and pass unnoticed past a longtime friend,
Merge with the shadow of the pillars, dissolve into the crowd of old drunkards at the local draft Saluna.
I failed this mission, a slap on the shoulder: “How many years, how many winters!”, I feel, I’ll cry right now,
But I’ll tell him that I live well, and in the basement, on Fridays, I try my luck.
He will answer, sad that the salary is trouble, there is a crisis in the yard, he tightened his belt tighter.
I smile and nod, and in my head, in summer plans, I will tighten the noose around my neck.
When he finally finished his soliloquy, he lied brazenly in the eyes that he was glad to see him,
At the drunkard, on the corner, I sopru a cheap port and run home to drink it as soon as possible.
It’s just that it’s easier to forget about everything, escopism takes the form of a bottle
All dreams are utopian, reconciled for a long time, I just twist these color pictures in my head.
I still keep an old chest under the table where I once stacked my toys from childhood,
I removed it for some reason, I take out these dolls and try to find my place among them.
I never noticed, they reflected in them, but now I recognize myself in every hinge,
In the same way I am sitting in a chest made of concrete, for a long time I do not believe in victory in this tournament.

Alcohol dug into the blood and I lie forgotten, in a dusty box with my friends,
Although some friends, a silent tribe, the same battered toys with stones.
I would never have thought that we were alike, but in fact they became closer to our relatives,
It turns out that children, from an early age, learn the whole pain of life using simple examples.
There’s an iron soldier from Soviet times, he once shone and was a welcome gift,
And then he was thrown on a construction table and sawn for laugh by his father’s grinder.
And the rag doll that they used to love, dress, feed and carry with them,
A year later, without any problems, I-Pod was replaced, the page of life was opened, with a "new chapter".
I remember from a long childhood fun when I still knew how to rejoice in the sultry summer,
He threw plastic warriors with a friend and watched them crash to the ground.
They did not understand then an unknown feeling. They seemed to break, but tears poured in a stream,
Hands and feet were gathered along the bushes, on the sidelines, and all survivors were finished off with a children's gun.
And then, late at night, under a quilting blanket, thoughts and feelings of guilt climbed into my head,
The next morning he apologized to the fallen victims, buried him in the garden, in a pile of old ash.

He also loved to feel like God, he burned anthills with a donated magnifier,
Only I decided which of them would return home, and who would forever remain in a dirt stupa.
There was another way to have some fun - feed the dragonfly’s own tail on the fence,
I considered her a stupid and funny insect, how can you eat yourself and not feel pain?
He tore off the wings of bees, made them live in a jar, watered flowers for them so that they would not dry out,
And then the next morning I wondered why and when my roommates died.
I remember, once upon a time, they gave me a fish. With an unusual color, a unique breed,
He planted it in a general home aquarium, where its difficult laws reigned.
Most of the inhabitants, almost instantly, determined its position in society:
Swim quieter than water, feed at the bottom and live where only yellowed algae grew.
A week later, he began to find, every day with a belly to the top of one of the old offenders,
At first I thought it was a disease, or somewhere around the bottom lives a gang of guardsmen.
But once he noticed that the same fish, the other aggressively knocked out his eye.
He did not think for a long time, grabbed his net, caught the intruder and simply flushed it into the toilet.