Lyrics Мори - я верю в лучшее, но не сегодня
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раскрашиваешь день.
красками,
алкоголем,
людьми –
на палитру дня
выплескивая.
что будет с теми, кто не проникся
этой картиной?
почему столько людей
проходит мимо
меня?
двери – открыты настежь,
по коридорам гуляет сквозняк.
на ощупь, белыми стяжками
моё нутро
сшивает осень.
и лучшее благословение –
это проснуться без головной боли;
без настроения, что шепчет
"а стоит ли?",
без рук дрожащих,
ног спешащих с обрыва –
в море.
пережимаю жгутом сомнения,
пускаю в кровь другое
лекарство:
на ощупь – теплое,
на вкус – гадкое,
всё, без остатка.
взгляд блуждает по стенам,
нервно сжимается всё внутри
я верю в лучшее,
но не сегодня –
а ты?
музыка: Kai Engel – January
colorize the day.
paints
alcohol
people -
on the palette of the day
splashing out.
what will happen to those who are not imbued
this picture?
why so many people
passes by
me?
the doors are wide open
a draft is walking along the corridors.
white screeds to the touch
my gut
stitches autumn.
and the best blessing is
it wake up without a headache;
no mood what whispers
"is it worth it?",
without trembling hands
feet hurrying off a cliff -
in the sea.
I squeeze a plait of doubt
let another into the blood
medicine:
warm to the touch
it tastes ugly
everything, without a trace.
gaze wanders on the walls
nervously shrinks everything inside
I believe in the best
but not today -
and you?
music: Kai Engel - January
paints
alcohol
people -
on the palette of the day
splashing out.
what will happen to those who are not imbued
this picture?
why so many people
passes by
me?
the doors are wide open
a draft is walking along the corridors.
white screeds to the touch
my gut
stitches autumn.
and the best blessing is
it wake up without a headache;
no mood what whispers
"is it worth it?",
without trembling hands
feet hurrying off a cliff -
in the sea.
I squeeze a plait of doubt
let another into the blood
medicine:
warm to the touch
it tastes ugly
everything, without a trace.
gaze wanders on the walls
nervously shrinks everything inside
I believe in the best
but not today -
and you?
music: Kai Engel - January