Lyrics на выход с вещами - иду на огни

I was looking, sitting in the sun by the garden
as the chicks fall out of the nests
on the hard earth, breaking with a crash
like ripe apricots
I watched
but no more asking questions

Well, poems about joy
sneaked up and sat in the front row
In this city, where everything is wrong, not all of the answer
a car passing by will not be stopped even by your death
  
take off the light of the sun
peek through the crack in the door
I froze, frosted at the crush of sensations
threw up a handful of pills
and almost died
apparently I'm mentally retarded
once I perceive what is happening
as a real miracle

children on the asphalt were written with chalk - chalk
among the inversions - veins
we are stunned in silence
resistance is docked
almost smothered on the root
stretches through the vent
in the ventilation prison
where constancy is worse than death
and I go to the lights
burning in gray dust
photo of sad children, metropolis chews and eats them
where your tart gums are like autumn
around the end of October
I lay face down, I want to not recover at all
not to know that all this is in vain
Only you and I will be together
in another's land, on sidewalks of grief
the rain hits the ground
this is his fad
on the back of old photos the word - remember
uneven handwriting of a sick hand
we will change this world, we will recast
starting with yourself, do not you
The coming winter, you can be seen from the sheaf of dawn, hundreds of miles
I'm not afraid of you,
your cold is just
my absence of heat