Naruzko - Пожар в моей комнате - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Wood. I sit down and lean back at him. It seems to be a war. At least people are with weapons in Soviet form. It seems even 42 years old. At an instant, the tree remains only for me. The enemy is coming. There are a lot of them. Fascists? Yes, not much important. I'm here to kill, and not to understand. No fear. Fear appears when you think I'm not here to think. I am rising and take ... I have only a stick. I take a stick. Step. I run at the first, but I discard me the bullets back. Past me, a little bit alive, soldiers pass, do not finish, just pass. I wipes trying to hook a stick at least someone, at least a little bit, I must cause the enemy pain. A bombers fly in the sky, bombing on me. This is exactly the end. One of the bomb flies right on me. I grab it. It's no bomb, but cardboard.

In fact, this is a comet. Look around.

And really, I hold a beautiful comet in my hands. Around space and planets and sun. Our native sun. I must have to get to the Milky Way. I always wanted to see him, where is he? I'm looking for a cluster of stars (whether stars?) Eyes, but I see a cosmic fold. What? True hand, it's just a black curtain, for her some jungle.

Where is the jungle? I turn around to look at the planets, but someone takes them. Just in your hands tolerate balls. Is it probably some kind of film studio? Raisit to one of the removing planets. I touch his hand, and I feel something sticky and viscous. What's this?

We will do anything, just live.

I run away, confused in black curtains and go somewhere.

When I stop I hear the sound of fire.

Fire! - Wild Creek is heard. Or he just raises me.

New York. How I was here. Here are the skyscrapers, here are familiar streets. Here are the legendary steam from sewer hatches and sound. The sound of New York, is not possible to confuse the sound of this city. Crowds of people. Everyone is in a hurry ... it's just a poster on the wall. How did I see all this? I have never been to this city. And is this this city? Fire. The fire eats a poster on the wall. It would be necessary to get out from here. I open the door and find yourself in one of the shopping complexes with a huge multitude of shops. People wisely walk, look at the shop windows, no one pays attention to me. Music. In the distance there is a musician. A hat is lying in front of him, he collects a trifle in her, and he plays a melody. Familiar melody. Very familiar. It stands. What am I doing there? From the header in front of me, the other, I crash, dancing under my melody, I close my eyes to somehow try to understand it all.