альбом "неприятная музыка", 2024, техас - нью йорк

I consist of worship services, church songs fly under the vaults.
I fall to my knees, eyes to heaven, let us pray to the Lord.
Our Father, save my soul, though baptized in holy waters,
A mother drags a child's hand through the snow to church under the wind of Russian cold.
I consist of drunkenness and abuse, spare me some coins for bread and I’ll run for a bottle,
On benches in gray neighborhoods, teenagers rap in a circle.
Will you come with me at recess? The older ones gather in the smoking spot,
There is alcohol, you will run away from violence, if only there will be enough for bread later.
I am made of kleptomania—take more, stuff it in a bag.
“Mr security guard, don’t tell mom, let’s settle this without trouble.”
Again and again gifts to my sister, I'm going home, unnoticed by anyone, but
Mom is sitting on the bed crying, she found out, the family Eden is destroyed.
I am made of childish naivety—“Will we be friends? Just don’t hurt me.”
I'll do everything you ask, I'm going, NO, I’m running to wipe away your tears!
The choice is cruel—it’s never me, the bright coals of friendship's fires are smoldering,
I'm burning with them, roaring and sobbing in an attempt to save myself, not to burn, not to be burned out.
I am carved from lonely nights, love letters suspended unanswered.
I'm going to write again and again, in the hope that someone will definitely come.
The morning ray will encircle the face with the caress of the gentle sun's light,
I am made of countless lives and the trills of birds singing behind the house.

The past spins beneath my feet—
It is the most fragile.
The present is angry—
The present is dull.
Everything is in your head
But in mine, only strangers.
In mine, there are only sparks.
In mine, there are only stars.
And I live every moment,
And every smell is recognized,
And again tears flow like a river.
After all, I was never realized.
All my past is melting,
All my past is whines.
At night, I am elsewhere,
And by day, I dream of home.
The sky will give water; the hot sun will warm,
Why am I cold? My hands are going numb.
I live inside my head—everything around freezes.
I am icy again,
And I warm my heart again.
I am neither there nor here—
I live life halfway.
And I will spread all the old cuts and scars wider,
I plunge into them headfirst,
I cast my gaze on my loved ones,
And that's all the forgotten has surfaced.
And I will freeze in the forgotten,
The old is with me again,
I will not lose it.
In it, I will find my peace.
In it, I will find my pack.
In it, I will find my place.
And in it, I will find my home.
Thank you—the past knows me.
We are good friends.


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