Lyrics Птицами - Погиб

The light goes out
The wind drives the clouds to the slaughter
You are so beautiful, so young
Standing next to
Don't stand, sing to me
I'm caught.
A sound escapes through the larynx on exhalation
Hammer, stirrup, incus
I hear you. Bravo!
Thanks, you can go.

I walk along Moscow
A passer-by quotes Mayakovsky
Stopped, snapped his fingers
And the light turns on.
-Who are you talking to?
-Who sang to you? Hello Leela.

I say harshly - go away Vova !!!
He looks so disdainful
So unhealthy
As if I killed the remnants of love in myself
Go away!
And when he leaves, he talks about the nocturne
Trumpets and flute mutters something

Around the corner of the building on the sidewalk, conscience is thrown
Brodsky Joseph goes to the meeting
On snowy paving stones
Starched towels
I call him
He looks through the eyes of a baby
And speaks monotonously
"27 January 96 say hello to Masha"
He takes his hand out of his pocket and waves to her
And shaking my soul weighing a ton
Screams all over the street
“Never leave your room
Everything is meaningless outside the door "
Adjusted the collar of the coat
And it was like that

Straightening my scarf
I step on
In a small street out of the corner of my eye
I saw a girl
She was barefoot and shabby dress
She repeated that now on the Sevastopol beach
So many frivolous young ladies
That there isn't enough sand to count them
Stumbled, fell to my knees
Sobbing
I wrote on the ground
"Requiem" and I will die at Domodedovo
Say hello to Leo.

Staggered back and fell too

The light comes on
The wind dies down
I spit poetry
Get up
Clutching Yesenin's book.
Seryozha, tell me, dear friend
Do you still remember the autumn nights
And the rustle of birch shadows?
And I can hear his answer
There was no love
And no.

I get on the tram.
Buying a ticket
And the conductor
So by chance
He speaks
Already turning around
We'll all be there
Everyone will be there

The night outside the window lights
I feel like I'm dead too
In this cesspool of the city
I died too.