Текст песни Старый 12.15 - Разорвались наши мосты

literally two years ago
I stopped breathing smoke
and how not like a shabby scenario
life story
there is no movie to wind
here are the courtyards of the underground vestibule
wear on wear
cornering
Well, there already, according to the script of the read comic
well tell me how are you there with another on izho
on the back dude
worse not where you gradually faded away
as the sizzling fire died out
remember that same soul wick
the one that lit now he burns to the ground
Well, alas, there’s no time for sadness
Don’t be sad, I won’t dial you
better still the same
I will beat the smoke of the soul
you are not souls and do not need
even try to change something
you read
because life has become one poster
inserts me as before
still wagging me
I’m off the path, I’m walking in your yard
remembering
you like everything was cunt
remember the moment that at sunset
I am for your waist, you are for all the meanings of life
remembering it became terribly painful
it’s most painful when there’s no one nearby
Well, there somewhere in the chest pulses of heart beat
because I became the life of one poster