Нулевой пациент - Приют - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In the murky morning fog, beyond formats and systems

On both sides of the screen, in the hair of silent antennas

We grope for the exit, not noticing where the entrance was

Our squad exhales heavily, not to mention inhaling

Whether veins or pipes, wings beat between the roots

Love has such lips, Mom, who are we before her?!

Our ancestors will judge us, our children will simply spit on us.

And in such a scenario, I hope for shelter.

We will measure our heresy in liters of fortified wine.

I would have become a snail long ago, only I don't drink alone.

Oaths of allegiance forgotten, I didn't know what I wanted.

Orders and crosses soaked, yesterday's chalk turned to ash.

The day will be delayed for a day, the platform bustles.

Someone nervously smokes their fingers, maybe you, maybe me.

Autumn pours rain from a watering can onto colorful umbrellas.

A sick passerby searches for meaning, maybe me, maybe you.

Either separately, or together, or somehow else.

Love has such lips, how can we compare to it? The train has started moving, but it's unlikely that anyone is waiting for us somewhere in the future.

And even with such a scenario, there's still hope for shelter.

The train has started moving, but it's unlikely.

The train has started moving, but it's unlikely.

The train has started moving, but it's unlikely.

The train has started moving, but it's unlikely.

The train has started moving, but it's unlikely.

The train has started moving, but it's unlikely.

The train has started moving, but it's unlikely.