Lyrics INTERNAL REFLECTION - Лимб

I rub my feet on rails and sleepers
I don’t remember how many years I go
I’ll go around that train in big steps
I do not know what I'm looking

Breathing rusty air, the sky is broken
The river went into the distance
And in the distance the fields of yellow wheat
Gray power lines, industrial zone and barking

Dampness in the brain and words there is no place
The path is not marked on the map.
The lamp is broken, the bird is croaking
Mercury dripping into the stomach

It stinks of gasoline and metal sparkles
Car rushing away
Somewhere the smell of burnt rubber
In the corner lies a dead cockroach

Empty streets, benches and parks
Yellow birch trees and children laughing
My city is a stone from the roof
Can only give you death

I will not have time to get on the bus to leave
Drown in the river, suffocate in new buildings
Choosing something small
To die, be killed or put on the table
Bottle with vodka pale
With a blue-faced interlocutor
Build a revolution of dead ideas
At a dirty and smelly table
(X2)

I go by train
Erasing legs breaking walls
I see the light and hear the beeps
It beeps change.