Lyrics Андрей Косогов - 9 Грамм
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Меняя миры по ступеням без толку
все смять и убрать на дальнюю полку
Как тот пассажир что в пути без билета
в вагоне людей где песни пропеты
безликий кондуктор потребует выйти
на случайный перрон без таблицы отбытий
где адреса нет и нет телефона
но есть пара рельс и свет семафора
ДЕВЯТЬ ГРАММ МОИ
ГОДАМ КОШМАРОВ ОТДАМ НЕ ПРОДАМ.
ДВОРАМ МИРАМ СПИРТАМ ДОКТОРАМ
ВЫПУЩУ ИХ НАЦЕЛИВШИСЬ В СЕРДЦЕ
уже готове мои девять грамм
все труднее держать их по вечерам
встречаются руки что сжимают стволы
да сильно настолько что пальцы белы
они как и я в ожидании ночи
а я как они на кого-то охочусь
и близок тот час как польется свинец
плавясь от жара пронзенных сердец
ДЕВЯТЬ ГРАММ МОИ
ГОДАМ КОШМАРОВ ОТДАМ НЕ ПРОДАМ.
ДВОРАМ МИРАМ СПИРТАМ ДОКТОРАМ
ВЫПУЩУ ИХ НАЦЕЛИВШИСЬ В СЕРДЦЕ
ДЕВЯТЬ ГРАММ МОИ
ОТДАМ НЕ ПРОДАМ.
СПИРТАМ ДОКТОРАМ
НАЦЕЛИВШИСЬ В СЕРДЦЕ
Changing worlds step by step
crush everything and remove to the far shelf
Like the passenger on the road without a ticket
in a carriage of people where songs are sung
the faceless conductor will demand to go out
on a random platform without a departure table
where there is no address and no phone
but there is a pair of rail and semaphore light
NINE OF MY GRAMS
I WILL NOT SELL FOR YEARS OF NIGHTMARES.
YARD TO WORLDS ALCOHOLS DOCTORS
LET THEIR GOAL AIMED IN THE HEART
ready my nine grams
harder to keep them in the evenings
there are hands that squeeze the trunks
so much so that the fingers are white
they are like me waiting for the night
and how do I hunt someone
and the hour is near when the lead will pour
melting from the heat of pierced hearts
NINE OF MY GRAMS
I WILL NOT SELL FOR YEARS OF NIGHTMARES.
YARD TO WORLDS ALCOHOLS DOCTORS
LET THEIR GOAL AIMED IN THE HEART
NINE OF MY GRAMS
I WILL NOT SELL.
ALCOHOL DOCTORS
TARGETED IN THE HEART
crush everything and remove to the far shelf
Like the passenger on the road without a ticket
in a carriage of people where songs are sung
the faceless conductor will demand to go out
on a random platform without a departure table
where there is no address and no phone
but there is a pair of rail and semaphore light
NINE OF MY GRAMS
I WILL NOT SELL FOR YEARS OF NIGHTMARES.
YARD TO WORLDS ALCOHOLS DOCTORS
LET THEIR GOAL AIMED IN THE HEART
ready my nine grams
harder to keep them in the evenings
there are hands that squeeze the trunks
so much so that the fingers are white
they are like me waiting for the night
and how do I hunt someone
and the hour is near when the lead will pour
melting from the heat of pierced hearts
NINE OF MY GRAMS
I WILL NOT SELL FOR YEARS OF NIGHTMARES.
YARD TO WORLDS ALCOHOLS DOCTORS
LET THEIR GOAL AIMED IN THE HEART
NINE OF MY GRAMS
I WILL NOT SELL.
ALCOHOL DOCTORS
TARGETED IN THE HEART