Tihaya Sova - Kasha - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I tried to pull the hood over my eyes and go quietly past a long -time friend,

Merge with the shadow of the pillars, dissolve in the crowd of old drunkards at the local spread of the cabin.

I failed this mission, cotton on the shoulder: "How many years, how many winters!", I feel, I will pay right now,

But I’ll tell him that I live well, and in the basement, on Fridays, I try to feel good luck.

He will answer, sad, that with the salary of trouble, there is a crisis in the yard, he tightened his belt tighter.

I will smile and nod, and in my head, in the summer plans, I will tighten the loop around the neck.

When he finally finishes his monologue, a lie arrogantly in the eyes that he was glad to see him,

At the drunkards, on the corner, Sopra is a cheap port and run home to drink it soon.

It’s just that it will be easier to forget about everything, escesism gains the shape of a bottle,

All dreams are utopian, reconciled for a long time, only twisted these color pictures in my head.

Under the table I still keep an old chest, where I once put my toys from childhood,

I took off, for some reason, the castle, I get these dolls. I am going to find my place among them.

I never noticed, they have my own reflection, and now I recognize myself in every hinge,

I have been sitting in the same way in a concrete chest, I have not believed in victory in this tournament for a long time.

Alcohol dug into the blood and I am a forgotten, in a dusty box with my friends,

Although what friends, a silent tribe, the same beaten toys with stones.

I never thought that we were similar to them, but in fact they became closer than relatives,

It turns out children, already from an early age, learn all the pain of life on simple examples.

Here is an iron soldier, from Soviet times, he once shone and was a welcome gift,

And then he was thrown at the construction table and sawed for laughter his father’s grinder.

And a rag doll that they had loved, dressed, fed and dragged with them before,

A year later, without any problems, they replaced I-Pod, the page of life was opened, with the "new head".

I remember fun from a long child’s childhood when I was able to rejoice at the sultry summer,

He threw plastic warriors with a friend and watched them crashed on the ground.

They did not understand an unknown feeling then. They seemed to be broken, but tears poured with a stream,

On the bushes, on the sidelines, they collected their arms and legs, finished off all the survivors of the children's gun.

And then, late at night, under the lascivious blanket, thoughts and guilt climbed into the head,

He apologized to the fallen victims, buried in the garden, in a heap of old ash.

And he also loved to feel like a god, burned anthills with a donated lupa,

Only I decided which of them would return home, and who forever remain in a soil mortar.

There was another way to have fun - to feed your own tail of a dragonfly on the fence,

He considered her a stupid and funny insect, how can you eat yourself and not feel pain?

He took his wings to the bees, forced them to live in a bank, watered them flowers so that they would not dry out,

And then he wondered why and when my roommates died.

I remember, somehow for a long time, they gave me a fish. With an unusual color, a unique breed,

He planted her into a common home aquarium, where their difficult laws reigned.

Most of the inhabitants, almost instantly, determined its position in society:

Swim quieter of water, feed at the bottom and live where only yellowed algae grew.

A week later, he began to find, every day a belly to the top of one of the old offenders,

At first I thought that it was a disease, or somewhere at the bottom there was a gang of guardsmen.

But once he noticed, like the same fish, the other aggressively knocked out her eyes.

He did not think for a long time, grabbed his net, caught the offender and simply washed into the toilet.