Текст песни крик тишины - нарколепсия

Not buried yet, but three times
Silent room, at night sleepless.
People dance fake lovers,
Veins are opened with window frames.
Old steel twenty years earlier.
I spit into the ceiling, it corresponds to reciprocity.
The usual rules come up with shutters:
They got up on the tiptoe, went out for the doors.
Having clogged into the coffins of panel ruins,
Scientists to be knocked out in heaps,
The children fell asleep, hugging blankets.
Tuchi wrapped in the lead sky.
I would forget my painful sleep,
New golden frozen, warm up.
The staircase into the sky turned out to be a question.
The eyes on the faces of the babies are closed.
? On the faces of babies from cardboard and paper;
Morning will burn fresh wounds.
It is strange to look at yourself through the mirror.
The night replaces the Morning Morning.
Weak thoughts without faith in salvation,
Sunday weekdays saw eyes;
Waiting for the end of the construction of the hospital
In the city, in which Spring is knocking.