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The creaking of branches
Like a rusty lock
A dull city
A deaf stream
Under the sole
The earth crunches
You can't survive here
It's a noose

Here the law is simple — don't look up
There's someone laughing
In the black sky by the road
Every house is like a cage
Every yard is a prison
If you hear a knock at two in the morning
You're done for Brother
The old men whispered "After nine it's not a day"
Those who walked under
The windows were written off into the shadows
The trash cans are like altars
Blood seeps into the cardboard
In the morning they cry for the truth
In the evening it's concrete
Don't walk in the dark
Stay close to the houses
If you hear footsteps your amulet is a gift
The lantern is empty but your back is on fire
It means someone's gaze is already growing
Into your neighborhood
Here the law is to solve the mystery
Of the boy in white
He's standing by the swings
As if he's come out of chalk
Who is he
His silence is a burden
And people are afraid
Because time is running out

It's a trap
The city is a loop
The night never ends here
It consumes itself
The white boy
Tree sticky smoke
If you took a step too far
You're already dead
It's a trap
The whispers of the yard
The crowns are like ropes
The trunks are rotten earth
At night monsters stare right into your eyes
Smiling they ask to let them into your homes
It's all in vain

Do you see the old poplar tree by the road
That leads to the river
They say hanging under it
Though in the void
The roots weave a mess of sweet dirty juice
Notches on the bark are someone's time
Each who decided to live here
"according to the concepts"
Or he became silent forever
Or he started howling
The town doesn't like the strong
Only those who is weak
To make it easier to tear the body apart
Throwing it into a pothole
He doesn't sleep at night — he counts his steps
From door to door — like other people's debts
If you sit on a bench
And there's a whistle in my ear
This is not a wind game
This is a black sheet
The night whispered to me "Home — how dark it is"
But there was a mist in his eyes
Everything was getting dark in my eyes
A glance at the asphalt
Fingers into a fist
I heard a quiet crunch — not a calm darkness

It's a trap
The city is a loop
The night never ends here
It consumes itself
The white boy
Tree viscous smoke
If you took a step too far — you're already dead
This is a trap
Whisper of the yard
Crowns — like ropes
Trunks — rotten earth
At night monsters look — you straight in the eye
Smiling ask — let them into the house
It's in vain

Don't look at the barrel
There hang names
Each who shouted "I'm one of them"
There's only silence here
The monster's gaze is sharpened
It cuts inside with words
Did you think you were alive
The city will say "Don't lie"
For the third night in a row
I hear footsteps outside my house
The windowsill is cold
The talisman is silent
If the day has come
Then you still have a chance to live