Lyrics старый StiLL - Остров Мёртвых Муз

our muse was flying
high
under the clouds
wet the wings, fell
crawled down the wall
autumn broke her
mixed with foliage in the rain
she climbed scratched her eyes
bleeding on the pavement
ticking time she was husband
and here I got up
from the ashes phoenix bird
fluttered up again
eclipsed by the sun
by the light of their eyes
lit up a gloomy world
lanterns and trails
how many such muses
in each of us
how many are their dead
lies at the bottom of the glass
or on the edges of the roof
in blade sharpening
and fluttering vents
chest cells
along the edges of roads
death seekers
but our muse is there
high
so far
nobody will get it
Slow leaf fall
circling
yellow scarlet whirlwinds
our small world
our lyre
spilled blood drops on asphalt
liters
the central letter of this
so pragmatic reality
thought abstraction
the sky fell asleep and fell
closing eyes
drops down
flowing down from the roof of houses
pierced us with you
to the bones to the bottom
souls
extinguished the flame of love
but you lit it
heaven gave me good
to you
you saved me
when you were sleeping
i kissed my eyes
yours
they are bottomless like an ocean
I'm the pyromaniac of your flame
you dig somewhere inside
yes so dug
what remained there
my tender
petite
like summer rain
warm in chills
and in the heat it’s cool
like living water
in the dead salt sea
I love you
even when it covers me
my depression
when the whole world is on the cynic's eye
you're in the shower with me
serving zinc cartridges