Lyrics пустая комната - это тебе.
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Это тебе.
Ты душишь меня пустыми улицами и криками кошек из подвалов,
Своей безграничной ничтожностью и отчаяньем.
Отнимая у нас последнюю крупицу счастья ,тебе мало,
Снегом укутала,как покрывалом,нас твоя неизведанная пустота.
Новостройки ничуть не красят Тебя, Ты испорченный холст на коленях у паралитика. Ты так же потерян, как наша политика.
Как не укутывай:не греет,не ждет,не просит помощи.
Он пуст, а Ты совершенно беспомощен в его лапах
Крепких,как монолит, расскажешь, где у тебя болит?
Расскажешь ,где у тебя болит.
Остановись. Нам слишком холодно, мы слишком молоды и глупы.
Остановись.
вот - вот вырвутся наружу все осколки:от белого полусладкого,
Тебе не понравится.
Ежеминутно,ежесекундно Ты каешься,
И смысл в том, что нет никакого смысла.
Но от слов моих Ты только скалишься.
Новостройки ничуть не красят Тебя, Ты испорченный холст на коленях у паралитика. Ты так же потерян, как наша политика.
[Засыпай.]
This is for you.
You choke me with empty streets and cries of cats from basements
With its boundless insignificance and despair.
Taking away from us the last grain of happiness, you are not enough,
Your unexplored emptiness has wrapped us in snow like a veil.
New buildings do not paint You at all, You are a spoiled canvas on the lap of a paralytic. You are as lost as our politics.
How not to wrap it up: does not warm, does not wait, does not ask for help.
It is empty, and You are completely helpless in its clutches
Strong as a monolith, will you tell me where it hurts?
Tell me where it hurts.
Stop. We are too cold, we are too young and stupid.
Stop.
all the fragments are about to burst out: from the white semi-sweet,
You will not like.
Every minute, every second you repent,
And the point is that there is no point.
But from my words you only grin.
New buildings do not paint You at all, You are a spoiled canvas on the lap of a paralytic. You are as lost as our politics.
[Go to sleep.]
You choke me with empty streets and cries of cats from basements
With its boundless insignificance and despair.
Taking away from us the last grain of happiness, you are not enough,
Your unexplored emptiness has wrapped us in snow like a veil.
New buildings do not paint You at all, You are a spoiled canvas on the lap of a paralytic. You are as lost as our politics.
How not to wrap it up: does not warm, does not wait, does not ask for help.
It is empty, and You are completely helpless in its clutches
Strong as a monolith, will you tell me where it hurts?
Tell me where it hurts.
Stop. We are too cold, we are too young and stupid.
Stop.
all the fragments are about to burst out: from the white semi-sweet,
You will not like.
Every minute, every second you repent,
And the point is that there is no point.
But from my words you only grin.
New buildings do not paint You at all, You are a spoiled canvas on the lap of a paralytic. You are as lost as our politics.
[Go to sleep.]