Текст песни ксилема - рур

The rain is washing off the features on garbage faces
And the wind spreads through the dirty streets
their bodies and fear at least for a second
stop and be swallowed by other
Stop and Stand Rating Mouth
and with a stupid look to watch around watch
on how everyone is rushing there where they are not waiting

there are routes and people are secondary
thin layer smeared between
dots home work death
boredom is a memo to

don't look back not to look into the eyes

And so I want to scratch passersby
and dry bunting skin
bneeze in fluid time to believe
that it is not just a movement for the sake of movement
If the clock is stopped cutting the shooters
every countdown it will not disappear

People The Routes of the VcAdens of Time will not disappear