Текст песни Порча - Под сырой

Wearing a cardboard crown, I will keep my chaos inside your order
If tomorrow the world collapses, does not mean that everything is in order today
Broken clusters accumulate memory, and I do not remember who I was in childhood
It remains to present the worst of the options, accept it and act
Loudly pour crooked shadows through your garden drain and joy
Harbor all exhalations, tie veins with sea knots. Only to old age
Become like a set of socially adapted individuals
Leave all disputes to the gendarmes, the gendarmes do not know sorrow
I was crushed by a ray of sunshine and smeared like butter in a frying pan
The only way to not age is to put the brackets correctly in the life code
They don’t remember those who are not forgotten and whom they didn’t forgive.
In a game for no reason, people too often go to extremes
Take me some nails to make the coffins stronger
Stammering to convey and throw under your feet, freeze in anticipation of eternity
Your abs presses caustic bile on the chest, leaving everything under the damp
Counting Browlie on the fingers, it will end with a technical pause