Текст песни неживая имитация - руки родные опустели

Seven sat down in the cabinets where cameras look into tobacco
very much in the head is confused by statements at first glance
Heaps of red rubble in thermos tea filled with tears of joy
Tomorrow will save the parish of the incomprehensible or transition to other more caustic sweets
The day after tomorrow you will go to the store for bread on the way will get to the hospital
with a clever move of sullenly movement of the hands of dull phrases as requested to bow
hoping to wake up that at night the dreams or dreams of terrible children will not dream
do the act or rite of worship of the fictional idol of the beautiful
so that next week was better not to listen to the songs in vain
two hundred pieces per month or a week of repurchased cigarettes in the jacket find something
exits bypass adventures of wanderings as web in front of which you can easily belapped
remember pills at night tablets in the morning pills before bedtime just like stand out with bed
not forgetting about their sins of torment not tolerant preventing native hands empty
a lot and many to put into the soul can not be able to not be able to end their blood
to meet them for evil or joy to miss the hands to stay at the ends of spiritual
listen modern and modern poets or readers
Switch to the old thing that parents listened to the very bright time