Lyrics Posternak - Детство

dad's "victory" slapping branches on the door
how do i forget this my summer is my childhood
where can I get it in me to all the cells of my heart, but death itself
thank you my city
so beautiful so long
 this element does not subside
power verses
tsunami every scenario
your lanes squeezed by the walls
greedily in my verse
you honed my genres my style
forgive all those who leave you or someday leave their laughter their name
stay close they won't come back
the ghosts of my youth
they would be happy
your streets remember
their steps in profile
in the old photo
but you have already become different
changed shape like school phone numbers
I typed but only in the background
beeps of commuter trains
someone’s sigh from the windows of the veranda
in a tube somewhere far
my brother and I are running to drink milk
when mom calls us from the kitchen
and soon the rain will fall from the sky
caught off guard by a flash of lightning
amid hasty paths I remember everything
every breath is dedicated to you here
you are a piano forgotten in the rain
perform a symphony of drops
like a sharp scalpel on my subcortex
my school report card where one triples
how many tears and happiness these cottages remember
cycling flowerbeds
I started here and I will end here
among the strict lines of the lines of your balconies
the attic of the parks where I wrote poems novels
dad brother mom mom sisters so acutely rooted
you have not been taken and will not be taken
names of loved ones are beaten in the heart by every name
among old and new where my word was born
where the rustle of spring foliage
among my notes
all my skill in your streets crossword
and it’s like the last letter is in the telephone box
I look in the morning alleys
in a brittle and echoing tangle
arches of cast iron gratings, courtyards, sidewalks
the quiet whisper of houses someone’s stroke at the bus stop, narrow paths,
Europe's largest area and cracks
in granite like leaps of history past notes old men tables of dominoes
songs and swearing rough corner in torn poster and above
roof palms of the sky in lines
tram destinies
night falls into this net
beeps of trains and every breath devoted to you will be with me yet

I am not forgiven, let me return to my youth in a few years
let me take tram number twenty
cry when you see in the wet glass
through you to the center
under the howl of a siren
everything is so valuable here
and where is she waiting with a branch of lilac
in the rain so spring
i am defeated i pay bills
no stronger shield
whose granite keeps me
your rhythm inside
in every stone window
I'm glad to follow karma
keep roots
you are like a virus in me, I grew up here
you are my city
step on your throat
the gravity of the buildings no crush
I learned to forgive to keep you in simple things but
my universe will break off in your dumb goodbye goodbye

I remember those who were leaving, and those who were returning
counting for happiness touch
to your bricks like an ancient tablet
their sadness as a seal as an eternal stamp on the faces inside a dagger what a pity
and again ready to say goodbye to the square in front of the station
her eyes said nothing and I did not say that between us
I knew those who filled their baskets with stones while away the winters
and then dumped like a ballast keeping balance
but only summer water poured from my eyes
oh my father how can I forget this is your “victory” of the slap of branches on the door
how do i forget this my summer is my childhood
where can I get it in me to all the cells of my heart, but death itself