Текст песни Путевые Заметки - Валл-и

Loading, first of all the phone turns on
Supermarital backlight Pluster Broken glass under eyepieces
Arrows of wall clocks flow with a dial of blocses of lost time, blasting the loaded processor with a drop of plastic mechanism
Switch off. Black holes of proteins agonize in resonance with the remaining laughter of the garbage code of poisoned subroutines
Coldly. It is always cold because everything is warmth leaked on the wires to the south. Electrons always migrate to the south of the packs are exactly what is written in sacral volumes about the electrification of cities and concrete blocks.
From the minus to the plus from the minus to the plus from the minus anywhere in all directions by the vectors of being on the wings of Ikara
Wastered rags covered by a creaking machine of the car, and the binding spots of viscous oils.
The lack of lighting leads to the opening of a view on the courtyard in the visual palette of a silent movie with the lead odor of a low sky.
Laughing children Lai dogs and the background voice of the city whose name disappears by an unknown soldier buried in garbage sounds and exhaust nebula.
Do not watch. Do not listen. Do not feel chlorine from the crane and promotional bioduses from the supermarket with the scorched receptors.
Time laughs stretching at infinity and then in the intervals between Tik and so under the stucco stucco whisper of the walls. Who?
No one. There is no one in the apartment and there was no one, the house was renseled from the city while you slept like in a fairy tale, which I read the tired voice of my mother when you were so careless and bright. Just flashback.
Clace Keyboards, the sounds of notifications are almost merged into a similar human voice. Always almost. Never to the end.
Surrogates of communication, food, water, sensations and air. Surrogates of people might at the ends of the wiring of the upcoming bright future.
Hello, beautiful tomorrow I am in a hurry and why?