Krome dozhdya (Кроме дождя)
Салют! Держись! Иди метками,В метро течёт жизнь ветками.Домой! Один! Попал крепко тыИ у тебя нет…
Ничего кроме дождя,Никого кроме тебя,Ничего кроме дождя,Никого кроме тебя…
Расставив знаки препинания,Судьба опять на заданииЗакрасит лица и здания,Не оставив тебе
Ничего кроме дождяНикого кроме тебяНичего кроме дождяНикого кроме тебя…
Just as he hitThe groundThey lowered a tow thatStuck in his neck to the gillsFragments of sobiquetsRiddle me thisFlinch stitcheingAureoleStalk the groundStalk the ground
You should have seenThe curse that flew right by youPage of concreteStained walks crutch in hobbled swayAutodafeA capulary hint of red
Only this manupodCrescent in shape has escaped
The house half the wayFell empty with teethThat split both his lipsMark these wordsOne day this chalk outline will circle this cityWas he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his faceA room colored charlatanHid in a safeStalk the groundStalk the ground
You should have seenThe curse that flew right by youPage of concreteStain walks crutch in hobbled swayAutodafeA capulary hint of red
Only this manupodCrescent in shape has escaped
Pull the pinsSave your graceMark these wordsOn his grave
You should have seenThe curse that flew right by youPage of concreteStain walks crutch in hobbled swayAutodafeA capulary hint of redEveryone knows the last toes areAlways the coldest to go