On AIR (efir)

People in a white coats decide the fate
Of those who see in their dreams
All the worlds that are visible
To awake and thorough me
What should I do and where should I run?
What kind of net should I weave?
No matter how much do I sing and write
The orchides will not bloom

And the weak signal of my alarms
will not reach your antennas
I fly as a short wave in a radio emptiness
I am on air with no reply on my frequency

Never ending hum of an unread books
puts on a prompter jacket
but it is all futile - we don't care too much for it
he's an alien and an enemy to us
Behind the bars she is waving her white arm
making an ikebana from roses
people in white coats fighting for calm
turn a general anaesthetic into a fashion

And the weak signal of my alarms
will not reach your antennas
I fly as a short wave in a radio emptiness
I am on air with no reply on my frequency

Oh, I am alone on my frequency
and the signals that I send must be wrong ones
my telephone keeps quiet now in the corner
he decided not to ruin the silence in this house
I am diving deeper and deeper in my inner world
and lead from the my program
that is requested by no one else

And the weak signal of my alarms
will not reach your antennas
I fly as a short wave in a radio emptiness
I am on air with no reply on my frequency

written by atmoravi
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from records CHERTOPOLOH (weed) / BELOE ZOLOTO (white gold)