Lyrics Вікторія Дикобраз - Віч-на-віч

somehow
closing his eyes in a concrete room
you will understand that its walls are suitable
only for sharpening knives.

but you have only dry blood from metal
in which in addition to iron there is a lot more
substandard impurities.

less so when the wall remains
half a step forward and less to the touch -
half-exhalation of two lungs

you will sharpen knives with all fingers
knives from bones of sinews of cartilages
and quite thin of nerves.

and when there is nothing left you will remember nothing
still about your memory they spoke strong though
like wine but you can try.

but in despair you will understand all the absurdities of the situation
because you have nothing to do with her cobweb
you are now a fool and she is

perhaps not the most valuable thing you have left
but its fabric at least allows sometimes
bandage the cuts.

and looking again at his fingers and bones
on tendons cartilage even nerves and the main thing
on blood with various impurity

you will freeze embarrassed in half a step of half an exhalation
to his memory with eyes full of his own
pointed glare.

and you will not move again.

#Semantics_