Текст песни рысь и форель - запястья

we are two parallel lines
we never intersect
then everything is fine with you
memories asthma at the red traffic light I went out on the highway under the trucks
and in each letter your name and surname
either me or methamphetamine will win
the violence of the mucous frost under minus thirty
how did you forget that I don't know how to live alone
every day a duel between me and United Russia slanting streams of rain washed away independence from the faces of passers-by
this is the gallows this is the holocaust
the single began to pound, the cost of my emotions is predicted to fall to five hundred all these places have been studied in search of staff the emptiness of an uninhabited closet of your yard
flora corrected it is not steam from the mouth
this space needs maps and ramps lacerated wound on the right flashlight and shovel contact with opiates is possible
the probability of suicide reaches a hundred
I'm twenty-one and I'm old
gram on the scales this is all Moscow provided this spring will bury one of us
but you are relatively safe
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your quartz eyes scan the bedroom space the station is out there and you should have stayed
never love love brings frustration
touches his face with tears
my fucking wrists are cut

these are the flowers of the occupation