Lyrics Ядвига Розенпаулис - Архив Postmortem

Worm of coffins
The family chronicle of Postmortem:
Archive family intact. We'll see,
Like capillary ar nouveau
Spread over the retina,
And a cry, silence conceived,
Tighten the look in a sleazy.

Darkens in the heart. Midnight beats.
Tosca does not like preludes,
In the orchestra of memory is so crowded ...
Not memory - dirty clothes,
And the chairs in the hall ... with the date of death.
Shaking ... Seerd
Blind screen-me.

Sealed sadness
Promised grievances,
Finals of lives over beaten
Libretto & quot; with soil to marry & quot ;.
Tick-so, not so ... Tooth-grinding,
And the chest rises less and less ...
Archive - Desperate Jetty.

Hospital beds eternal snow,
With morphine spirit adultery ...
And the loss account has long been lost ...
Devil of oblivion will come in a dream
In the chasm of indulgence in silent grief,
But with bloody milk will feed,
Dawn ... insensible and mute.

In memorable places
Thanatoscopic negatives
Wander, dare not return to liveliness,
Herbarium of cards flipping.
And exposing sore points,
Acupuncture Accurate -
Beat the gramophone mouth.

Crackling disc. Whip voice
Commands to assemble
From the rooms - the cells of the obscurations
Gone are the dead ambassadors.
Photo portraits - sharper, brighter,
But the reflection of my face hides ....
And here I am erased ... To be ... not to be ...

God anointed with pitch
All-over-the-pitch ...
Let not the dice be the lesser
And the grain mu'ki not grind ..
Who is engaged to the star Wormwood,
From the bitter share does not escape,
Like a wanderer damn Melmoth.

In the polynya mailbox
The last dispatch flies:
Today poison is mixed into breaths,
And the dusk v'len polonit ...

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Me in zero gravity
diluted bridge
With biblical apple trees fall down.
Not to become anyone.
Signs and signs shall lie.

I will leave, and the print of light and shade will be there,
Until the world is over, and looks down

Moon
impaled
On stake.