Lyrics Ольга Ступина - Разговор с кем-то там
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Счастье вдруг в тишине постучалось в двери,
Неужель ты ко мне? Верю и не верю…
А не счастье пришло - кто-то в форме со скаткой
Неужто свезло, эх – открывай тетрадку,
Лети, помелом мети чего попало…
Постой, погоди… не так… давай сначала…
Не счастье пришло - кто-то в форме со скаткой
Кого принесло? Черт… Загадай отгадку -
Придумай сама такого дядьку злого,
Зима так зима, молчи – никому не слова….
А я как панночка шатаюсь по кругу,
Пусто место - не на месте душа,
Я слепа, я ставлю пальцы по звуку
С неизменным отставанием в шаг
За границу, за поля, за ограду,
За постскриптум, за дурацкое ЗЫ
Мне так срочно, так немедленно надо
До безумья, до кровавой слезы
Разрубить винтами сонную негу,
Вскрыть осколком, распечатать кайлом.
Там зима и ничего кроме снега,
Но я чую, что под снегом тепло
Ходит-бродит-бередит беспрестанно,
Наготове из-под крышки бежать,
Если нужно, я дышать перестану,
Чтоб дыханию его не мешать…
Он молчит, он наклоняется ниже,
Ветер гонит пустоту по листу -
«НИКОГДА ТЫ НИЧЕГО НЕ НАПИШЕШЬ
НИКОГДА ТЫ НЕ ЗАЙДЕШЬ ЗА ЧЕРТУ…
А тепло!!!?? Так получи-ка за тридцать!
На-ка!» – Хлоп! И дверь слетела с петель,
Я устала, я хочу провалиться
В свою белую сырую метель…
Счастье вдруг в тишине забило двери глухо –
Валяй, пой стене, пошла - ни голоса ни слуха,
Давай, городи, в словах твоих не будет Слова..
Постой, погоди, не так… давай-ка снова
Не счастье пришло - кто-то в форме со скаткой…
Какое число?... блин… И год с какой десяткой?
Лей-лей, не жалей! Жалеть кому, потом найдется
Когда всех милей, белее всех зима начнется…
Разве ты не понял, что мы за люди?
Отовсюду корнем вырваны мы…
Нам плевать, что дальше в жизни не будет,
Нам плевать – мы не боимся зимы…
Happiness suddenly knocked in the door in silence,
Are you really to me? I believe and do not believe ...
And not happiness came - someone in the form with a slope
It really got down, eh - open the notebook,
Fly, with a sprinkle there was something ...
Wait, wait ... not so ... Come on first ...
Not happiness came - someone in the form with a slope
Who brought? Damn ... make a guess -
Come up with such an evil uncle,
Winter so winter, silent - no one words ....
And I, like a panel, stagger in a circle,
Empty space - not in place of the shower,
I'm blind, I put my fingers by sound
With a constant lag in a step
Abroad, beyond the fields, for the fence,
For a postscript, for stupid pes
I urgently urgently, so immediately I need
To madness, to bloody tears
Cut the sleepy bliss with screws,
Open with a fragment, print with Cyel.
There is winter and nothing but snow,
But I will feel that it is warm under the snow
Walks-Brown-Berledite constantly,
Run from under the lid.
If necessary, I will stop breathing,
So that his breath does not interfere ...
He is silent, he leans below,
The wind drives the void on the sheet -
“You will never write anything
You will never go beyond the line ...
And warm !!! ?? So get thirty!
Take that!" - Clamp! And the door flew off the loops,
I'm tired, I want to fail
In your white raw blizzard ...
Happiness suddenly in silence scored the doors deafly -
Go, go to the wall, went - not a voice or a hearing,
Come on, city, there will be no word in your words ..
Wait, wait, not so ... Come on again
Not happiness came - someone in the form with a slope ...
What is the number? ... Damn ... and a year with what ten?
Leoh, don't regret it! To regret someone, then there will be
When everyone is sweet, whiter to all winter will begin ...
Don't you understand what kind of people we are?
From everywhere we have a root of the root ...
We do not care that there will be no further in life,
We don't care - we are not afraid of winter ...
Are you really to me? I believe and do not believe ...
And not happiness came - someone in the form with a slope
It really got down, eh - open the notebook,
Fly, with a sprinkle there was something ...
Wait, wait ... not so ... Come on first ...
Not happiness came - someone in the form with a slope
Who brought? Damn ... make a guess -
Come up with such an evil uncle,
Winter so winter, silent - no one words ....
And I, like a panel, stagger in a circle,
Empty space - not in place of the shower,
I'm blind, I put my fingers by sound
With a constant lag in a step
Abroad, beyond the fields, for the fence,
For a postscript, for stupid pes
I urgently urgently, so immediately I need
To madness, to bloody tears
Cut the sleepy bliss with screws,
Open with a fragment, print with Cyel.
There is winter and nothing but snow,
But I will feel that it is warm under the snow
Walks-Brown-Berledite constantly,
Run from under the lid.
If necessary, I will stop breathing,
So that his breath does not interfere ...
He is silent, he leans below,
The wind drives the void on the sheet -
“You will never write anything
You will never go beyond the line ...
And warm !!! ?? So get thirty!
Take that!" - Clamp! And the door flew off the loops,
I'm tired, I want to fail
In your white raw blizzard ...
Happiness suddenly in silence scored the doors deafly -
Go, go to the wall, went - not a voice or a hearing,
Come on, city, there will be no word in your words ..
Wait, wait, not so ... Come on again
Not happiness came - someone in the form with a slope ...
What is the number? ... Damn ... and a year with what ten?
Leoh, don't regret it! To regret someone, then there will be
When everyone is sweet, whiter to all winter will begin ...
Don't you understand what kind of people we are?
From everywhere we have a root of the root ...
We do not care that there will be no further in life,
We don't care - we are not afraid of winter ...