Lyrics Анатолий Никулин - Мёд
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#5
Anatoly Sergeevich
11:22 p.m. on Mar. 7, 2010
"Мёд"
Болезни, патологии -
А мы всё плюём в потолки...
Ржавеют шестерни,
Домна, колёса, трубы...
Безмолвие и тишина
Доносятся из их умов...
В ожидании смотрят в экран,
Пускай одни таблицы идут...
Оранжево-ржавая жизнь
Промасленных в коробке гвоздей
Их длительный полураспад
Вечность-бездну идёт...
Лежит на поверхности мёд:
Ни вправо, ни влево, ни в глубь...
Боится он стать водой,
Боится быть чем-то другим...
Колонии ползут по земле,
Ровняя собой горизонт,
И медленно катятся вниз,
Наклонив своей тяжестью пол...
Дорога длинною в век,
Кажется ровной как стол...
А может быть я среди них?!,
Медленно, но верно вниз...
#five
Anatoly Sergeevich
11:22 p.m. on Mar. 7, 2010
"Honey"
Diseases, pathologies -
And we keep spitting on the ceilings ...
The gears are rusting
Blast furnace, wheels, pipes ...
Silence and silence
Hearing from their minds ...
They look at the screen while waiting
Let some tables go ...
Orange-rusty life
Oiled in a box of nails
Their long half-life
Eternity goes abyss ...
Honey lies on the surface:
Neither to the right, nor to the left, nor in depth ...
He is afraid to become water,
Afraid to be something else ...
Colonies crawl on the ground
Leveling the horizon
And slowly roll down
Tilting the floor with its weight ...
A century-long road
Seems flat as a table ...
Maybe I am among them ?!
Slowly but surely down ...
Anatoly Sergeevich
11:22 p.m. on Mar. 7, 2010
"Honey"
Diseases, pathologies -
And we keep spitting on the ceilings ...
The gears are rusting
Blast furnace, wheels, pipes ...
Silence and silence
Hearing from their minds ...
They look at the screen while waiting
Let some tables go ...
Orange-rusty life
Oiled in a box of nails
Their long half-life
Eternity goes abyss ...
Honey lies on the surface:
Neither to the right, nor to the left, nor in depth ...
He is afraid to become water,
Afraid to be something else ...
Colonies crawl on the ground
Leveling the horizon
And slowly roll down
Tilting the floor with its weight ...
A century-long road
Seems flat as a table ...
Maybe I am among them ?!
Slowly but surely down ...