Dmitry Polyakov
Kitchen
Amen
Would you tell me, baby
All the things that I never knew
Would you show me, baby
All the things that I never saw
When we'll go up the green hill
Away from the slowly dying world
"Amen" - we will
tell
And rise the hands to the sky
It's just three miles away
"Amen" - we will say
Would you give me, baby
All the things that I never touched
Would you bring me, baby
All the things that I never tasted
When we are in the house
We don't have anything to hate
Wrong house
Chickens cry, it's all right
'Cause it's everybody's way
One day, one very sunny day
To find itself in the fat soup
Which will prevent somebody's death
It was a wrong house on the
wrong street
He was a French poet with the right beat
Don't sacrifice yourself, oh
no
There is no need for it
'Cause his big caring hand
Will do it for you some day
When you would like to escape it
I love you
Fred was a hardworking man
From the sunrise till the time
That most of the people
Fall asleep in a chair in front of the TV
Sally was an easy girl
Dancing and singing
Were her favorite things to do
She was a friend of little Sue
Oh, heaven, would it opened
to me
All that I want it to see
And I am not afraid of the truth
Because, my dear, I love you
Jerry was a psychopath
He liked to eat women's meat
Every third night he went
In the dark streets to hunt
Sara was an ugly whore
Fucking everybody for free
But she had anybody
To serve her a cup of tea
Oh, heaven, would it opened
to me
All that I want it to see
And I am not afraid of the truth
Because, my dear, I love you
Mary was a high school teacher
Strong in math and physics
She had a deep voice
And liked to play with good looking boys
Johnny was a family man
Who's never had a drink
He liked his expensive pen
That signed the papers with dark blue ink
Oh, heaven, would it opened
to me
All that I want it to see
And I am not afraid of the truth
Because, my dear, I love you
Phil was a young nice chap
Sniffing a cocaine all the time
Until his nose started to cry
And Phil decided to die
Rebecca was raised in the palace
And went to Oxford to study a law
She liked to play with a diamonds
Which poisoned deep her soul
Gone
To A. Khvostenko
Every way that I went has gone
Every book that I read has gone
Every record that I played has gone
Every face that I saw has gone
Every place that I knew has gone
Every trace that I searched has gone
Every sound that I heard has gone
Every hand that I shake has gone
I stayed alone and naked
In the night of the time
With no tears to cry
But to the town comes
The first day of the spring
And the sky is slowly getting pink
Every sin that I had has gone
Every reason that I had has gone
Every dream that I had has gone
Every laugh that I had has gone
Every tear that I had has gone
Every door that I opened has gone
Every nipple that I kissed has gone
Every word that I spoke has gone
I stayed alone and naked
Every step that I made has gone
Every choice that I made has gone
Every time that I had has gone
Every voice that I had has gone
Everything that I had has gone
Everything that I missed has gone
Everything that I knew has gone
Everything that I loved has gone
Everything that happened to me has gone
Optimistic, almost futuristic song
Past will rest in peace
Time will save a dream
When her scarlet lips
Kiss his finger tips
And sun stays high in the sky
And St. Paul's letter is still right
Optimistic way
Futuristic time
It is worse to be
Believe me, baby
Forget the tree
Last will disappear
Dust will go away
When her silky skin
Touches his pale chin
And moon stays high in the sky
And St. Paul's letter is still right
Optimistic day
Futuristic night
It is worse to be
Believe me, baby
Forget the tree
Cheap German Whore
When you opened my door
I thought an angel had come to me
And I would reach the heaven
If you would stay with me
I wanted to sing, to write
Just to keep you satisfied
I was patient and tender
While teaching you to love
But you were nothing more
Then a cheap german whore
I showed you things I liked
I played the music for you
That you never knew
I was buying the clothes for you
I was buying the roses for you
I taught you about the style
And how to be really free
In spite of family fees
But you were nothing more
Then a cheap german whore
I left everything for you
Even my fucking IQ
I lived in the places
That made me truly sick
I became, O, God, so weak
That I was afraid to speak
I was eating all the shit
That your mother had for me
I was giving respect
To your heartless father
By talking nonsense
About the future, he wanted for us
I accepted all your lies
Like some mayo on a bread slice
But you were nothing more
Then a cheap german whore
I gave you beautiful children
That can make you proud
I cooked for you
I washed for you
I cleaned for you
It sounds funny
But, you know, it's the truth
And it's made me very blue
But you were nothing more
Then a cheap german whore
I kept saying "I love you"
But you never liked the things I did
You never had any faith in me
The poems, I wrote for you,
Were flying to the rubbish bin
You sold my records
You threw away my books
You told everybody
That I am mentally ill
In the end of the day
I couldn't see my way
I tried to kill myself
I almost died
And you just fucked another guy
'Cause you are nothing more
Then a cheap german whore