Lyrics Лирика Ватных Стен - Пыльный Сиам
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Под слоем пыли Сиам укрыт был или,
Воздух пропитан смертью этой идиллии,
И мы ходили по нему и видели,
Как умирали в театре актеры и зрители...
Сиам - стал пустыней и отныне,
Бога нет здесь - это место хранимо пылью,
Корабли уплыли на запад на закате,
Землю покрывая крестами на картах...
Вдохни пыль эту... Редко кому она откроет свои секреты,
Солдаты где-то топчут остатки прошлого
И лишь пыль пытается спрятать следы Божьи.
Это цена цивилизации, глаза чужие - на жизнь смотрят иначе,
Видят лучше чем свои... И если спросите Вы:
Сколько стоит свобода?" - То я отвечу:
"Смерть и годы, годы, годы..."
Дожди дошли и до наших дорог,
Капли отбивают пороги под крик ворон,
Только бы побыть немного тут и увидеть море,
Сегодня ночью нас с тобой туман накроет,
Мосты соединяют берега, а мы дрейфуем,
В глазах пылает райский сад, роняя угли,
Из рук новых солдат, с покорностью Адама
Мы принимаем смерть очередного Сиама...
Пыль - это бархат,
Который ты никогда не ощутишь...
Дождь - это пыль,
Узнавшая небесную тишь...
Сиам, сиял алым блеском,
Сиам - возведен из небес сей храм,
Бесчислицы отец не увидит детей,
Перед смертью Таиланда,
Ведь кровь наконец-то обрела форму пыли,
Они пали... Нематериально.. Больные свободой
Забыли свой дом, истории проданы
И вот он стон их выдуманной родины,
Потравили всё... Господи, Тебя просим мы,
Сохранить от них мир этой любви,
Ведь звёзды ожили,
А ты сожги их заживо
Переставши быть природой демонов исчадий наших...
Пыль - это бархат,
Который ты никогда не ощутишь...
Дождь - это пыль,
Узнавшая небесную тишь...
Сиам спал под пыльной скамейкой...
Уже несколько тысяч недель,
Мельком из хриплых стёкол автобуса
Солдаты видели линейки зданий,
Гладкие местами, протёртые от слоёв,
Что поедали их до утомившихся
Тяжестью фундаментов, тянущихся вдаль...
Эту землю громко топтали ноги в ботинках,
Владельцы мира с потёртых ярких картинок..
Владельцы, в форме младенцев,
С винтовками, средь забинтованных,
Таких же картонных,
Запылившихся от обильных действий,
Уставших ссылаться на слова библейские,
Прощения просили уста, но их били,
Тонкие листья деревьев пили сок рек пылью,
Они давно не были природой,
Лишь редко-часто это значилось словом объекта,
Хромая метры, проходила ходьба искусанная,
Обвешанная бусами трав, вдыхая вкусы и к земле,
Казалось жизнь - отсутствие травм,
Хотелось грызить плиты дырявых воздушных карманов,
Земля рассованная пакетами - томилась в духоте,
Когда-то, кто-то с кем-то..
Обжимая винтовки хотел дать миру начало уже данное,
Теперь сдавленное остатками, как последнее танго....
Пыль - это бархат,
Который ты никогда не ощутишь...
Дождь - это пыль,
Узнавшая небесную тишь...
Under the dust layer, Siam was covered or
Air is saturated with the death of this idyll,
And we went on it and saw
As actors and spectators died in the theater ...
Siam - became the desert and from now on,
God is not here - this place is preparing dust,
Ships sailed to the west at sunset,
Earth covering crosses on the maps ...
Inhales this dust ... Rarely to whom it will open their secrets,
Soldiers somewhere pinten remnants of the past
And only dust is trying to hide the traces of God.
This is the price of civilization, eyes of others - look at life differently,
They see better than their ... And if you ask:
How much freedom is? "- I will answer:
"Death and years, years, years ..."
Rains reached our roads
Drops beat up the thresholds under Creek Raven,
Just be a little bit here and see the sea,
Tonight you will cover you with you,
Bridges connect the coast, and we drift,
In the eyes glowing the paradise garden, Rhonea Coals,
From the hands of new soldiers, with the submission of Adam
We accept the death of another Siam ...
Dust is velvet,
Which you will never feel ...
Rain is dust,
Learning heavenly quiet ...
Siam, shone a scarlet glitter
Siam - erected from heaven this temple,
Countless Father will not see children
Before the death of Thailand,
After all, the blood finally gained the shape of dust,
They fell ... Intangible .. patients with freedom
Forgot your home, stories sold
And here he is a moan of their fictional homeland,
Called everything ... Lord, we ask you,
Save the world of this love from them,
After all, the stars came to life
And you burn them alive
Having ceased to be the nature of the demons of our dissection ...
Dust is velvet,
Which you will never feel ...
Rain is dust,
Learning heavenly quiet ...
Siam slept under a dusty bench ...
Already several thousand weeks
A glimpse of hoarse buses
The soldiers saw the line of buildings,
Smooth places swore from the layers
That they eaten them to the tired
The severity of the foundations drawn away in the distance ...
This land traveled loud legs in shoes,
Owners of the world with darned bright pictures ..
Owners, in the shape of babies,
With rifles, medium bandaged,
Same cardboard
Dusted from abundant actions
Tired of referring to the words biblical,
Forgiveness asked for mouth, but they were beaten,
Thin leaves of trees drank juice dust,
They were not for a long time,
Only rarely, often it was the word of the object,
The lame meters, went walking skiing,
Hazed herbs with beads, breathing tastes and to the ground,
It seemed life - no injury,
I wanted to take the boards of leaky air pockets,
Earth divided by packages - languished in a lumber,
Once, someone with someone ..
By crimping rifles wanted to give the world to the beginning of this,
Now compressed by the remnants as the last tango ....
Dust is velvet,
Which you will never feel ...
Rain is dust,
Learning heavenly quiet ...
Air is saturated with the death of this idyll,
And we went on it and saw
As actors and spectators died in the theater ...
Siam - became the desert and from now on,
God is not here - this place is preparing dust,
Ships sailed to the west at sunset,
Earth covering crosses on the maps ...
Inhales this dust ... Rarely to whom it will open their secrets,
Soldiers somewhere pinten remnants of the past
And only dust is trying to hide the traces of God.
This is the price of civilization, eyes of others - look at life differently,
They see better than their ... And if you ask:
How much freedom is? "- I will answer:
"Death and years, years, years ..."
Rains reached our roads
Drops beat up the thresholds under Creek Raven,
Just be a little bit here and see the sea,
Tonight you will cover you with you,
Bridges connect the coast, and we drift,
In the eyes glowing the paradise garden, Rhonea Coals,
From the hands of new soldiers, with the submission of Adam
We accept the death of another Siam ...
Dust is velvet,
Which you will never feel ...
Rain is dust,
Learning heavenly quiet ...
Siam, shone a scarlet glitter
Siam - erected from heaven this temple,
Countless Father will not see children
Before the death of Thailand,
After all, the blood finally gained the shape of dust,
They fell ... Intangible .. patients with freedom
Forgot your home, stories sold
And here he is a moan of their fictional homeland,
Called everything ... Lord, we ask you,
Save the world of this love from them,
After all, the stars came to life
And you burn them alive
Having ceased to be the nature of the demons of our dissection ...
Dust is velvet,
Which you will never feel ...
Rain is dust,
Learning heavenly quiet ...
Siam slept under a dusty bench ...
Already several thousand weeks
A glimpse of hoarse buses
The soldiers saw the line of buildings,
Smooth places swore from the layers
That they eaten them to the tired
The severity of the foundations drawn away in the distance ...
This land traveled loud legs in shoes,
Owners of the world with darned bright pictures ..
Owners, in the shape of babies,
With rifles, medium bandaged,
Same cardboard
Dusted from abundant actions
Tired of referring to the words biblical,
Forgiveness asked for mouth, but they were beaten,
Thin leaves of trees drank juice dust,
They were not for a long time,
Only rarely, often it was the word of the object,
The lame meters, went walking skiing,
Hazed herbs with beads, breathing tastes and to the ground,
It seemed life - no injury,
I wanted to take the boards of leaky air pockets,
Earth divided by packages - languished in a lumber,
Once, someone with someone ..
By crimping rifles wanted to give the world to the beginning of this,
Now compressed by the remnants as the last tango ....
Dust is velvet,
Which you will never feel ...
Rain is dust,
Learning heavenly quiet ...