Lyrics подвала ноктюрн - Чевенгур

space is filled with gas masks
pine paws, the bottom of the excavation
venetite, crystal vases
there will be bonfires on the fog boundary

antifreeze or electrolyte
already itself is not bogged down
wakes up early and says

as if this wound burns
on a colored screen cloth
among the glass birches and pines

burns and creaks like a uniform, buttonholes
boring start
here is the radius of the wheel, the bicycle of the knitting needle
and a garbage breeze from the east

not things - thoughts about things, couples
along the corridor, a dusty plinth
inside the gas pipe and yards
empty without photosynthesis

leave without waiting for change
between the black oil bars
today the sign buzzes differently

than yesterday, various subjects
liquid forests, the angle of the planet
dead-end platform platform

on the nitrogen wind sways
like the tallest pines?
needles to the bottom settle
and oxidize

so comes autumn