Рыбка Карасик. - Зеркало. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And he looked at his old mirror and waited. Waiting for miracles, planes, fairy tales, smoke, anything. Just not his reflection from the smooth surface hated by him.

He was waiting for letters from the subconscious, but so far he did not wait.

All he could see there is nervous shifts of the forms of pupils. They either narrowed or expanded to impossibility stupid, conquering him with their defenselessness.

Supporting their own, more recently invented rhythm, the pupils tried not to stumble in notes and lengths.

Hands alienatedly repeated long -forgotten menuets on the air surface of the keys.

Fingers with reproaches pressed either on some, then on others.

Quintes, sextons, octaves - all this memory gradually collected not only in menuets, but also in the sonatins left in the bowels of consciousness.

And he still stood and looked at his once beautiful face and understood with horror that there would be no miracles and smoke.

The lips began to depict a smile slowly, with snail speeds.

Pale - pink stripes sought to show how good their owner at this moment is in this place.

In a puddle of the spiritual ocean, killer whales were dying, cats were scraped against algae and someone prayed very loudly.

(Not to him - is it?)

And he stood there.

And waited.

Waiting for miracles, planes, fairy tales, smoke, anything.

Anything, not himself.