Lyrics Сергей Бабкин - Кома

Connected to equipment
A tube from about the mouth, but not a diver, no.
Keen, but think about something
Not now
Black and white, white in black
Black in the white corridor
In the form of the eye can remember
If there are so few in these rooms

Coma is my mother,
Coma is my mother,
Coma Milk

Day after tomorrow. After-after
Someone in the fall, and who does
Gradually everyone gets used to it
To a flat band-ee
The smell of truth with adrenaline
The intermingling of bleach too
our skin, seems too long to wait,
And we say so little

Coma is my mother,
Coma is my mother,
Coma Milk

Someone remembers, Someone believes
He knows everything, but he will not tell anyone.
Time heals, yes. Life will show, but
If he even knew where he was better, what changes.
Gray film, as a child buried
Chronicle of the medical archive
Two paragraphs in the obituary are too many
Year of birth, occupation, date, signature, year when broke

Coma is my mother,
Coma is my mother,
Coma Milk