Текст песни
Маленький парень — житель чужого дома;
Старый кофе или чай превратился в отходы,
На столе стоит печаль в вазе из чёрного пота,
По двору катит вуаль — наше перекати-поле.
Стало тихо спит город покосившиеся на горах,
И вдруг в районе живота начнёт опять расти страх,
И в неудобном Бобике на полуметровых нарах
Везёт меня по городу заебаный вертухай.
И снова по местам
Ляжет пыль в родных углах,
Пожелтеет по краям,
Недочитанный роман,
На рассвете все дома
Выпустят самообман
На волю — пожить новый день прям вдоволь.
Погаснет фонарь
Над знакомой аптекой,
Растает февраль
В лучах тёплого света,
И придёт к нам май
Со слезами поэта,
Мне опять без тебя
Проводить это лето
Лето,
Зачем, почему — дай ответ старый друг
Лето,
Зачем, почему до сих пор не могу уснуть?
Я — дымный призрак самого себя,
Прячу в линзы впалые глаза,
Мне давно уже врут зеркала,
Лето — не мой друг и не мой враг
The silence follows me wherever I go
Stuck in the head, stuck even in the bones
The only one I share my bed with
At the worst of times it comes up to the throat
Oh my dear, oh my lover I will share all my worsts
Hope some day you will find me in the end of my road
You will see me till the darkness break the light
Back again, back to newborn baby cry, back to 1999…
All is fallen, oh you should see, the Lord I shared with
Call them all, I think they deserve for your forgiveness
All is fallen, oh you should see, the Lord I shared with
Call them all, I think they deserve for your forgiveness
Перевод песни
A little guy—a resident of someone else's house;
Old coffee or tea has become waste,
Sadness sits on the table in a vase of black sweat,
A veil rolls across the yard—our tumbleweed.
The city, leaning against the mountains, sleeps quietly,
And suddenly fear begins to grow in my stomach again,
And in an uncomfortable Bobik, on a half-meter bunk,
A fucking warden drives me around the city.
And back to my places
Dust will settle in familiar corners,
The edges will turn yellow,
An unfinished novel,
At dawn, all the houses
Will release self-deception
To freedom—to live a new day to the fullest.
The lantern will go out
Over the familiar drugstore,
February will melt away
In rays of warm light,
And May will come to us
With the tears of a poet,
I will again
Spend this summer without you
Summer,
Why, why—answer me, old friend,
Summer,
Why, why can't I sleep yet?
I'm a smoky ghost of myself
I hide my sunken eyes in the lenses,
Mirrors have been lying to me for a long time now,
Summer is neither my friend nor my enemy
The silence follows me wherever I go
Stuck in the head, stuck even in the bones
The only one I share my bed with
At the worst of times it comes up to the throat
Oh my dear, oh my lover I will share all my worsts
Hope some day you will find me at the end of my road
You will see me till the darkness break the light
Back again, back to newborn baby cry, back to 1999…
All is fallen, oh you should see, the Lord I shared with
Call them all, I think they deserve for your forgiveness
All is fallen, oh you should see, the Lord I shared with
Call them all, I think they deserve for your forgiveness