Текст песни Verba и Оля Live - Раскалённый шёлк

In this violent storm
Not one fragile sail is broken
Not one dropped the plane
At the fork with a calm view
Not one pedestrian perished
I'm lying on the asphalt of the bed
I want to be a fairy fairy
Dumb insensitive doll
With a delicate skin, legs from the neck

And today I will not go
Drink wine and carry bullshit.
In a feverish, sticky delirium
I'm lying on the asphalt of the bed
In bruises, in a tattered dress
I want to be indifferent to the fungus
A plant or stone
Senseless and beautiful
Well maintained and tidy

CHORUS: Again I had to make peace
Ice and flame, flame and ice
I'm chilled and burned
It is unlikely that it will pass by itself.
In me like it met badly
Two stubborn elements of these
But until they dazzled me in the snow
And mine did not dispel the ashes

Good,
That the brain is still intact
Under me is a red-hot silk
Of the thinnest poisoned arrows.
Minded meanings, the essence is scattered
I lie trying to sleep
I stood in the sea of ​​tequila
With a cigarette lighter in a trembling hand.
I was flying with a load of TNT
In an airplane, gone at the peak.

CHORUS: Again I had to guide myself
Bridges between heaven and hell
Maybe the sky has already exploded
Above such an embarrassing diplomat
And fury and tenderness are intertwined
Both blizzards and prominences
And how can I put it all together
After all, I can break