In My Head A Blue Fish Has Just Died
Я не знаю, чего хочу, чего нет. Я делаю нелогичные вещи. Я туплю. Я не контролирую ни себя, ни события. Я не вижу будущего. Это лето, что ли? Эх. В деревню мне надо ... лечится.
You can't draw a picture of yesterday, so
You're painting your heart with your blood
You can't say "No"
Only turning the wheel of time
with a rope around your neck
You build a wall of morality and take a breath
from between the bricks
You make up imaginary enemies and are chased by them
You're trying to commit suicide
You're satisfied with your prologue
Now you're painting your first chapter black
You are putting the scraps of life together
and trying to make an asylum for yourself
You're hitting a bell at the edge of the stage
and
You are trying to kill me
You can't draw a picture of yesterday, so
You're painting your heart with your blood
You can't say "No"
Only turning the wheel of time
with a rope around your neck
You build a wall of morality and take a breath
from between the bricks
You make up imaginary enemies and are chased by them
You're trying to commit suicide
You're satisfied with your prologue
Now you're painting your first chapter black
You are putting the scraps of life together
and trying to make an asylum for yourself
You're hitting a bell at the edge of the stage
and
You are trying to kill me
В центре города большого,
Где травинки не растёт,
Жил поэт - волшебник слова,
Вдохновенный рифмоплёт.
Рифмовал он что попало,
Просто выбился из сил.
И в деревню на поправку,
Где коровы щиплют травку,
Отдыхать отправлен был.
Тридцать три коровы,
...
В пять утра вставал он ровно,
Это было нелегко.
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