Lyrics Найк Борзов - Дела людей
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Дела людей, которые были до нас
Здесь сыро и серо и капли иголки
Здесь дождь слишком долгий и мало тепла
На черном столе новогодние елки
На них диодемы из льда и стекла
На сломанный стул красной липкою лужей
Разлито вино и тяжелая пыль
Ложится на руки и холод недужный
Из дырок в стене и прогнивший утиль
Пальто не приличного желтого цвета
Лежит на полу среди мокрых следов
Окурки и пепел отсутсвие света
И странная мысль про кротов
Которые это съедят без остатков
И станут большими как тучи в окне
На стенах потеки кровавые пятна
Я верю все это не в нашей вине
Дела людей, которые были до нас
The affairs of the people who came before us
It's damp and gray here and a drop of a needle
It's raining here too long and not enough heat
Christmas trees on the black table
They have ice and glass diodes
On a broken chair with a red sticky puddle
Spilled wine and heavy dust
Lies on his arms and the cold is sick
From holes in the wall and rotten junk
The coat is not a decent yellow color
Lies on the floor among wet footprints
Cigarette butts and ashes lack of light
And a strange thought about moles
Who will eat it without leftovers
And they will become big like clouds in the window
Blood stains on the walls
I believe all this is not our fault
The affairs of the people who came before us
It's damp and gray here and a drop of a needle
It's raining here too long and not enough heat
Christmas trees on the black table
They have ice and glass diodes
On a broken chair with a red sticky puddle
Spilled wine and heavy dust
Lies on his arms and the cold is sick
From holes in the wall and rotten junk
The coat is not a decent yellow color
Lies on the floor among wet footprints
Cigarette butts and ashes lack of light
And a strange thought about moles
Who will eat it without leftovers
And they will become big like clouds in the window
Blood stains on the walls
I believe all this is not our fault
The affairs of the people who came before us