Lyrics Пианист - Чистый лист

Racing, year after year, over a blank sheet
The tail is dragging, and the hands do not understand what
So pulls howl when wolves talk about human
Come back home, not on a shield but with a shield
I wanted purity - alas, the fish rots from the head
In my story, where I am with vices on the "you"
Sooner or later I will have to go through this
Let go of all thoughts of me, let go!

Dark horse in a trap. No exits, no entrances
I threw stones, but they did not germinate
Wanted to become a Don? But showed himself differently
After all, in the depths of the soul splashes some dark water
Another soap bubble. What is all for?
My ego won't spread my legs even after the wedding
The voice in the head will resolve: what is possible, what is not needed
I am übermensch, nothing superhuman is alien to me
He is the king in his head, his paths are right
And what is not under his dictation is from the evil one
Like a teapot full of bile I boil, sorry, darling
Because now everything is possible for me, but you cannot
Salam to those who for unpopular measures do not wait for a reason
In this noisy darkness it’s easy to hide behind someone else’s backs
Here we have hypocritical morality
There will be nowhere to go - you will sell your imperishable

The middlegame, on the move move, over the chessboard
Knee-deep in the mud, and even the elbow is unclear what
I want to feel sorry, but it’s kind of silly to think in hindsight
Come back home alive, albeit barefoot
I wanted cleanliness. Alas. Judge the fruits on the tree
I myself am not my own but not what you thought there
But something presses on top, plunging the body deeper into the silt
These are mortal sins that I knew and loved

"Follow the instructions, brakes, do not violate the covenants"
What would I do without you ?! Russia is a country of advice
I’m drumming myself in the chest, I can’t wait for an answer
House of cards burned down, dispelled by the wind
How are you, old man? Oh this talk about nothing
Like a wrench on the head, in short, hits the key
Nothing more, just from under the glass legs crunch
And then there’s nothing to say, the glass on both halves is empty
Let them storm sas, all the doors are pulled back
I will not stand under the banner while my heart beats
Life is like an option to buy shares of paradise
From her, as from love - sooner or later they die
Ark head, pair of each creature
Yet this body is an expensive gift, I am grateful
The stigma of 4 words: neither morality nor law
And in the depths of the soul is a dark horse

Round dance, circle after circle, under the black cross
Tail stretches, and hands do not understand what
He spent the fifth part of the century leaving no trace
Return home, but for starters, where is he, this house?
I wanted cleanliness. Alas, the fish rots from the head
In my story, it doesn’t matter where I am or where you are
In any case, I have to go through this
Forgive my sins, father, forgive!