Lyrics Общество Слепых - По коммуналкам

White smoke in August has erased my memory
I was losing affection in the yards of stone
while I was grumbling about communal apartments
she wrote poetry on my walls
while I was grumbling about communal apartments
she sniffed skin and cut veins
I often remember tender pain
the wind often asks me to sleep
who is he mother you are wrong
he is my god and he is the youth of my dream
you hide your years - I still think
you hide your face - I know it
while I was grumbling about communal apartments
she wrote poetry on my palms
days are like pure dust among children
shadow like the dirty night of my children
you like life do not be afraid to take care of yourself
you are like white bone erased in chalk
while I was grumbling about communal apartments
she sniffed my shirts and died
five years ago, winter is at my feet
the voice on the right side whispers my mouth
who is he-answer-he is like a god to me
how the holy lands soaked the blood
while I was grumbling about communal apartments
she wrote poetry on ceilings
while I slept in communal apartments
she loved me in her dreams
I waited a long time for the first minute
already inside
already need to look for warmth
the rains washed away the tears from the worn face
the voice wheezed in scandals when I waited
years go by you believe emptiness
those letters are a dream blurred in water
while I was grumbling about communal apartments
she wrote poetry on her hands