Lyrics Meekh - ПЛЫВУ ПО МИРУ

the cold of white chambers, the void in the mirrors,
true taste of baland, a withering mood;
the earth hardened, feelings strayed into a lump,
the poison acts sweetly with a sluggish impulse to the brain;

the darkness of concrete houses, the light of artificial suns,
the all-creating reality turns into a dream;
ospreys of pale people sheltering in an umbrella
the loneliness of days again barked by dogs;

streets faded toner full of ulcers,
requiem for us - unfaithful in the "I";
the bitterness of the star galaxies penetrates under the chest,
in nudity of November, the eye loses its spark;

Siro circles a photon on a broken border,
my whole being is an inept sketch;
the extinction of bodies in the infinity of thoughts
I stay on the water like an ice;

the dampness of a dead pore slows my progress
heaviness of air in the nose with perfume;
my sunrise is without shackles, my flight is by weight,
high in the sky, my time is sand.

and I am floating around the world on the strings of feelings
strung like strings, abstracted from sum,
accumulated on the hump of empty bonds
in which he lived, soared and thought

on the strands of feelings
strung like strings, abstracted from sum,
accumulated on the hump of empty bonds
sailing around the world.