Lyrics Андрей Бурсов - Без припева
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Рассерди меня, если ты сможешь,
Покажи мне другого меня,
Я усну, ты когда-нибудь тоже
Потанцуешь, в пламя войдя.
Расскажи, как бывало иначе,
Расскажи то, как будет теперь,
Дай понять мне и оба поплачем,
Когда выйдем в душевную дверь.
Попрекни меня словом и делом,
И припомни, как я был не прав,
Тень асфальта замазана мелом,
В нашей книге не хватит двух глав.
Укажи мне на темные воды,
Укажи на проторенный путь,
Я-то вижу чужие породы,
И дорожек истоптанных суть.
Где-то тонут мясные фрегаты,
Где-то сонно рыжеют холмы,
Я не помню кем были когда-то,
Те, кто чувствуют шепот стены.
На подушке от слов нету места,
На диване нет места для фраз,
Расскажи из какого я теста,
Кто придумал цвета серых глаз.
Это просто густая поэма,
В ней ни сути, ни беглой судьбы,
В сообщениях больше нет темы,
Это ты заметаешь следы.
Только гулкая морось трамваев,
От кометы просроченный свет,
Что же дальше, увы, я не знаю.
Может ясность, а может и бред...
Angry me if you can
Show me another me
I will fall, you someday too
Dance, in the flame by entering.
Tell me how it happened otherwise
Tell me how will it be now
Give me to understand and both swarm
When we go to the spiritual door.
Adopting me in a word and case,
And remember, as I was wrong,
Asphalt shadow smeared with chalk,
In our book, there are no two chapters.
Point me on dark waters
Point to the fashionable way
I see other people's breeds,
And the tracks of the wretched essence.
Somewhere drown meat frigates,
Somewhere sleepily red hills
I do not remember who were once
Those who feel the whisper of the wall.
There is no place on the pillow from words
On the sofa there is no place for phrases,
Tell me from what I test,
Who invented the colors of gray eyes.
It's just a thick poem
There is no essence, no foggy fate
There are no longer the topic in messages
That you notice the traces.
Only the busty vest tram,
From comet overdue light
What's next, alas, I do not know.
Could clarity, and maybe nonsense ...
Show me another me
I will fall, you someday too
Dance, in the flame by entering.
Tell me how it happened otherwise
Tell me how will it be now
Give me to understand and both swarm
When we go to the spiritual door.
Adopting me in a word and case,
And remember, as I was wrong,
Asphalt shadow smeared with chalk,
In our book, there are no two chapters.
Point me on dark waters
Point to the fashionable way
I see other people's breeds,
And the tracks of the wretched essence.
Somewhere drown meat frigates,
Somewhere sleepily red hills
I do not remember who were once
Those who feel the whisper of the wall.
There is no place on the pillow from words
On the sofa there is no place for phrases,
Tell me from what I test,
Who invented the colors of gray eyes.
It's just a thick poem
There is no essence, no foggy fate
There are no longer the topic in messages
That you notice the traces.
Only the busty vest tram,
From comet overdue light
What's next, alas, I do not know.
Could clarity, and maybe nonsense ...