Lyrics Plastika - Потрошитель
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Ковер и пыль под ним
Над головой лишь нимб
Он вздрогнул и расплылся в мутной воде.
Москва – не третий Рим.
В дневник – пятерка, гимн,
В иглы отверстие все нити продел…
И желтых листьев дождь,
Как трудно портить стихи,
И из кармана нож,
И все шаги так легки
Лишь эхо спит со мной,
И словно хруст от стекла,
Я СОЛОМОН, я – Ной,
Но только ты не могла
Выпотрошить на сцену жесть
Джек Потрошитель будет здесь
И в патронташе моя месть
Найдет спасенье…
В щелях асфальта плыть
Наш козырь нечем крыть
Любовь и честность грызть.
В глазах слеза, но «ЗА»
Голосовать нельзя
Кто против всех, тот не проглотит мечту
И одинок квазар
И дикий злой хазар
Разрежут и растопчут боль, да не ту.
И впереди тупик.
За что ты правду купил?
И в небе птица парит
И в небе я утопил
Звезду, и пульс – парашют
Ты же – король, а я – шут
Какой я смысл вложу
Не плюнув в рожу!?
Выпотрошить на сцену жесть
Джек Потрошитель будет здесь
И в патронташе моя месть
Найдет спасенье…
Carpet and dust underneath
There is only a halo above the head
He shuddered and blurred in the muddy water.
Moscow is not the third Rome.
In the diary - five, a hymn,
I pierced all the threads in the needles ...
And rain of yellow leaves
How hard it is to spoil poetry
And from my pocket a knife
And all the steps are so easy
Only an echo sleeps with me
And like a crunch from glass
I am SOLOMON, I am Noah,
But only you couldn't
Gut tin on the stage
Jack the Ripper will be here
And in the bandolier is my revenge
Will find salvation ...
Swim in the cracks of the asphalt
Our trump card has nothing to cover
Love and honesty gnaw.
There is a tear in my eyes, but FOR
You can't vote
Whoever is against everyone will not swallow a dream
And the quasar is alone
And the wild evil Khazar
They will cut and trample the pain, but the wrong one.
And there is a dead end ahead.
Why did you buy the truth?
And a bird soars in the sky
And in the sky I drowned
A star and the pulse is a parachute
You are the king and I am the jester
What meaning will I put
Without spitting in your face !?
Gut tin on the stage
Jack the Ripper will be here
And in the bandolier is my revenge
Will find salvation ...
There is only a halo above the head
He shuddered and blurred in the muddy water.
Moscow is not the third Rome.
In the diary - five, a hymn,
I pierced all the threads in the needles ...
And rain of yellow leaves
How hard it is to spoil poetry
And from my pocket a knife
And all the steps are so easy
Only an echo sleeps with me
And like a crunch from glass
I am SOLOMON, I am Noah,
But only you couldn't
Gut tin on the stage
Jack the Ripper will be here
And in the bandolier is my revenge
Will find salvation ...
Swim in the cracks of the asphalt
Our trump card has nothing to cover
Love and honesty gnaw.
There is a tear in my eyes, but FOR
You can't vote
Whoever is against everyone will not swallow a dream
And the quasar is alone
And the wild evil Khazar
They will cut and trample the pain, but the wrong one.
And there is a dead end ahead.
Why did you buy the truth?
And a bird soars in the sky
And in the sky I drowned
A star and the pulse is a parachute
You are the king and I am the jester
What meaning will I put
Without spitting in your face !?
Gut tin on the stage
Jack the Ripper will be here
And in the bandolier is my revenge
Will find salvation ...