Lyrics Макс Нижегородов - Небо зовет их вверх
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Кто-то знал имена звезд всех наперечет
И в колодце без дна дням потерян был счет
Кто плясал на столе, кто блевал, как всегда
И душа была мутной как в болоте вода
И с проклятьем в зрачке он, как будущий прах,
Вырезал себе мозг с коркой льда на губах,
Сам себя распинал на холодном кресте -
Пустота в пустоте.
Если те, кто ушел, бессмертны,
Тогда кто же придумал смерть?
Вот еще один.
Слышишь, небо зовет их вверх?
Как он сделает шаг, так заплатит потом
Он длиною пути на Голгофу с крестом.
Как умеет кричит, как умеет ползет,
и в глазах его - пламень, и в словах его - лед
Призывая злых духов, звук идет изнутри
Но они отвечают "Нет, пока не зови,
За тобою придем в твой назначенный час.
Ты допой в этот раз"
Если те, кто ушел, бессмертны,
Тогда кто же придумал смерть?
Вот еще один.
Слышишь, небо зовет их вверх?
Из осколков стекла соберет он кристалл,
Обратится в того, кем он думал что стал,
Огранит и подарит той, чьи очи горят
Словно желтое пламя, словно ночь в звездопад
Мы проснемся под вечер, а его не найдем,
Вдарим снова по водке и с зарею уснем.
А на месте костра, там, где пил он и пел,
Прорастет чистотел
Если те, кто ушел, бессмертны,
Тогда кто же придумал смерть?
Вот еще один
Слышишь, небо зовет их вверх?
Someone knew the names of all the stars
And in a well without a bottom the count was lost for days
Who danced on the table, who vomited as always
And the soul was muddy like water in a swamp
And with a curse in his pupil, he is like future dust,
Cut out my brain with a crust of ice on my lips
He crucified himself on a cold cross -
Emptiness in emptiness.
If those who are gone are immortal
Then who invented death?
Here's another one.
Do you hear the sky calling them up?
As he takes a step, he will pay later
He is a long way to Golgotha with a cross.
How he can scream, how he can crawl,
and in his eyes is flame, and in his words ice
Summoning evil spirits, the sound comes from within
But they answer "No, don't call me yet,
We will come for you at your appointed hour.
Drink this time "
If those who are gone are immortal
Then who invented death?
Here's another one.
Do you hear the sky calling them up?
He will assemble a crystal from fragments of glass,
Will turn into who he thought he was
Will cut and give to the one whose eyes are burning
Like a yellow flame, like a starfall night
We'll wake up in the evening, but we won't find him,
Let's drink some vodka again and fall asleep with dawn.
And at the place of the fire, where he drank and sang,
Celandine will sprout
If those who are gone are immortal
Then who invented death?
Here's another one
Do you hear the sky calling them up?
And in a well without a bottom the count was lost for days
Who danced on the table, who vomited as always
And the soul was muddy like water in a swamp
And with a curse in his pupil, he is like future dust,
Cut out my brain with a crust of ice on my lips
He crucified himself on a cold cross -
Emptiness in emptiness.
If those who are gone are immortal
Then who invented death?
Here's another one.
Do you hear the sky calling them up?
As he takes a step, he will pay later
He is a long way to Golgotha with a cross.
How he can scream, how he can crawl,
and in his eyes is flame, and in his words ice
Summoning evil spirits, the sound comes from within
But they answer "No, don't call me yet,
We will come for you at your appointed hour.
Drink this time "
If those who are gone are immortal
Then who invented death?
Here's another one.
Do you hear the sky calling them up?
He will assemble a crystal from fragments of glass,
Will turn into who he thought he was
Will cut and give to the one whose eyes are burning
Like a yellow flame, like a starfall night
We'll wake up in the evening, but we won't find him,
Let's drink some vodka again and fall asleep with dawn.
And at the place of the fire, where he drank and sang,
Celandine will sprout
If those who are gone are immortal
Then who invented death?
Here's another one
Do you hear the sky calling them up?