Naruzko - Прогулка по реальности - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Stoker ... An ordinary stoker in black fiery tones. Fire in the furnace, a slide of coal. Concrete walls in soot. I am sitting in the corner. I look at dancing flames. They whisper to me, I do not understand what, but they say. The sound completely surrounds me and hits my arms and legs. I feel like a cobra that dancing looking at the tip of the flute of snake spells.

One of the furnaces has a red -hot handle and that flute. I slowly get up and pull my hand to her. Red. While I am approaching it, it becomes almost white. I know for sure that now there will be wild pain. Wild, but more than once familiar pain. And from the realization that I will meet with something familiar - fear leaves, and with him pain - I am already holding this hot handle in a clamped hand. In the area of the back of the head, millions of needles penetrate the spine. I release the pen. The pain does not pass, but only increases. It's OK. This is not enough. Life is pain. Banna, but I still don’t feel alive. So what is next? I have little - I want to be more than just alive. I want to be in excessive ... I do not notice how I stretch to a red -hot handle with my tongue. But I feel the heat with my face and the rumble of fire in the furnace, and the expectation of pain that cannot be conveyed in words. Wild pain.

Darkness. Peres to me dense black darkness. But there is light around the edges. Pale, but there is. I am sitting in a long corridor, or these are hospital catacombs, or some kind of underground transition where lighting does not work. I touch my face. The pain does not come right away, or rather she was constantly, but she seemed to be at a different level. Or I was at that moment at a different level. But the pain is now felt quite well. Well, this word is least of all approaches this description, but I specifically put it. Fine. For you, it is for you. What is good? I do not know the answer. Feel pain well? Or it’s bad to feel it - what do you personally say to it? With each pulse blow, the pain reminds that she is not going to leave me.

I look to the left. To the right. Where is it better to go? Draft. I decide to go to the wind. It seems to me that there should be some sense in this. I'm going to light.

Do you think this is the right path?

I am the way.