Lyrics Вера Полозкова - Люболь

Voice - butter syrup ... Solono ...
He dreamed again of his face.
Symbol of the hell of a circle of new -
Morning. Devil's wheel.

"No, he can - he is just lazy!"
“Well, doesn’t the head bother?”
Report back. Make sure -
Yes indeed,
Are you alive.

Holds in a plastic cup
Coffee is sugary as always.
- And at night? - Today Tanechka
- Will have to stand on guard - yes?

Tanya - kind, overtime -
Meekness - not even twenty ...
Ask for the bandages soaked
Bring me to the head.

I'm sick. I'm a leper.
My diagnosis is already a password:
“Hopeless? Infected?
Do not touch - Lubol. "

The sun in a cramped chamber rages
And Calvary on the floor -
Cross windows. I'm four months old
His death in the morning stele

Instead of a bedside mat, -
The poison of the sun's beam.
Tanya? Quiet, neat ...
And a distant thunderstorm
Tread measured head physician.

* * *
Dry in veins. Not blood - black oil
Slurry puddles spilled
On the bed. Every minute
Bandage bandage

Does not expose the crimson fabric -
Black Rainbow Overflow
Oil - with a millimeter film -
It’s like the shore is covering me.

Merged. Evaporated. Pumped out
Everything inside is only heat and dryness.
Sushi and fever. And seized with plaits
Saponiferous currents of souls.

All tears are squeezed. Sucrowica
Chases the lacrimal gland
On the cheeks - why get lilac
And my eyes do not see.

* * *
Day is like a scream. And bent with teeth -
The fever of oblivion.
The day is like a rack: we are crucified on it -
My memory is near me.

A day like a whirlwind in the desert - solon,
And the sand clogs your mouth.
In the afternoon - compressed, wheeled -
And scattered at the gate.

* * *
Light greasy. Quiet cave.
Measured step - emptiness is coming.
Pre-evening courtesy -
But it’s not a night tour at all.

Hypocritical surprise:
“You had a good day!” -
Report back. Make sure -
Yes indeed,
You will die.

With their salvation
"Passed-cup-this" -
It’s not hers who are all on our conscience -
Conscience
there is
And we have
Own.

... Consolations of the delightful
Exhale - exit brother exactly, -
Pack of sedative:
After the evening
It will be night.

* * *
Pickling
Painless
Eye of the day - a light trap.
God have mercy! - pain medication -
A spoon of darkness
For one glass.

Sky icy liter -
In a dropper
Let me pour through the glass ...
The moisture of the night cries a little
My damn
Lyubol.

Drinking - like a well
Life-giving holy water.
Casts - timid, fearful
Young mountain stream -

Talking ...
Stinging! ..
The taste is plastic in the mouth.
Angel should take pity today
And help cross the line.

* * *
More than glorious glory,
Louder than the flight of all captivity -
Glory, Glory, Incurable
Your hopelessness, Lyubol!

Louder! - in his white robe
Frightened sister -
I chant - Praise, Praise be to you,
Be the edge of a pre-sharpener!

A bullet - evil, a needle - greedy!
Death by Death and Flour Muk!
I sing you merciless
Death, a Devotee of My Ailment! ..

One hundred “vivat” to you, O Great ...
God ... sent ... a plague ...
Ah, how salty ... This wild
The pain will make you lose your mind ...

How do I ... hate the later
The pre-dawn birth of the day ...
Tanya! Tanya! No air!
Balcony door for me

Open ... Why, why is she
Burns my throat - salt ...
Hallelujah to you, Sacred
Redeeming
Lyubol.