Nick White - Не выходи из комнаты - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Do not leave the room, do not make a mistake.

Why do you need the sun if you smoke a spike?

Everything is pointless outside the door, especially - an exclamation of happiness.

Only to the restroom - and immediately return.

Do not leave the room, do not call the motor.

Because the space is made of the corridor

And ends with a counter. And if the living

Milka, the mouth is dressed, not stripping.

Do not leave the room; Consider you produced.

What is more interesting in the world except the wall and chair?

Why go out if you return in the evening

The same as you were, especially - mutilated?

Do not leave the room. Dance, catching, Bossanov

In a coat on a naked body, in the shoes on the bare foot.

In the hallway it smells of cabbage and ointment of ski.

You wrote many letters; Another will be superfluous.

Please do not come out. Let the room only

Guesses how you look. Incognita

Ergo Sum, as the substance noted in her hearts.

Do not leave the room! On the street is not France.

Do not be an idiot! Be what others were not.

Do not leave the room! That is, give me free rein,

Drive face with wallpaper. Get over and barricadely

A closet from space, eros, race and virus.

I asked not to leave the square of the square

He asked intelligently, without using a mat.

There is only the darkness of the all -popular gray society -

Vector towards senseless loneliness.

But the words - about the wall peas. Stupid Prophet

I could not explain visions and summed up.

He took off behind the threshold, offering to taste the forbidden fruit.

But the flood is overtaken, and there is no ticket to the raft.

Why now all the pleas about the limit of the possibility,

When are all points placed, but not in this plane?

Time do not spend on understanding the world of creation,

Better drown out the cleanliness of radio broadcasting.

Get on all bolts, and melt the keys in the mug,

Do not leave the room, find a book - a girlfriend.

Do not open the curtains. Believe me, the window is not spring,

After all, instead of windows, a continuous wall has long been.

***** The work is dedicated to the great poet I. Brodsky

***** The poem of I. Brodsky "Do not leave the room" is taken not only as the basis of the text, but also as the first verse (having undergone insignificant changes)