Lyrics дина журавлёва - Замурованный Питер
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успокоенная душа
позволительна тонким сюжетам,
чтобы жить рядом и не спеша,
чтобы верить желанным ответам.
настоятельно-неотразим
в январе замурованный Питер.
места нет в нём.
туманит бензин
расколовшийся надвое литер.
припев:
настороженный слух.
кожей рви расстоянья,
сбрасывай нежный свой пух,
разгадывая желанья.
горячо румянилась ночь,
разливаясь смело лучами,
и трещали рассветы, как скотч,
отзываясь в кармане ключами.
мимолётами руки рекой.
мимоходами губы рисую.
красный-красный морозный покой.
и я уже ничем не рискую.
припев:
маслом, маслом пишу
по гортани несмело.
еле-еле дышу
да за живое за дело.
здравствуй – здравствуй – прощай –
эта линия вечна.
мой путь не рвал, не кричал,
мой путь тобой не замечен.
начало. 2012г.
soothing soul
permissible subtle plots
to live near and leisurely
to believe the desired answers.
irresistible
in January walled up Peter.
there is no place in it.
fogs gasoline
split in two letters.
chorus:
alert rumor.
skin tearing distance
throw off your gentle fluff
unraveling desires.
the night blushed hotly
spilling boldly into the rays
and the dawn popped like scotch tape
speaking in his pocket with keys.
fleeting hands by the river.
I draw lips in passing.
red-red frosty peace.
and I’m not risking anything.
chorus:
I write in oil, in oil
on the larynx timidly.
barely breathing
yes for the living for the cause.
hello - hello - goodbye -
this line is eternal.
my path did not tear, did not scream,
my path is not noticed by you.
Start. 2012
permissible subtle plots
to live near and leisurely
to believe the desired answers.
irresistible
in January walled up Peter.
there is no place in it.
fogs gasoline
split in two letters.
chorus:
alert rumor.
skin tearing distance
throw off your gentle fluff
unraveling desires.
the night blushed hotly
spilling boldly into the rays
and the dawn popped like scotch tape
speaking in his pocket with keys.
fleeting hands by the river.
I draw lips in passing.
red-red frosty peace.
and I’m not risking anything.
chorus:
I write in oil, in oil
on the larynx timidly.
barely breathing
yes for the living for the cause.
hello - hello - goodbye -
this line is eternal.
my path did not tear, did not scream,
my path is not noticed by you.
Start. 2012