Текст песни старый StiLL - Остров Мёртвых Муз

Our muse flew
high
the clouds
soaked wings fell
I crawled up the wall
She broke her fall
rain with leaves shuffled
She rose a scratched eye
blood flowed on the pavement
she ticked husband
and here Vostan
from the ashes, phoenix
back up vsporhala
eclipsed the sun
light of your eyes
It lit up the dark world
lights and trails
how many muses
in each of us
how many dead their
lies on the bottom of the glass
or at the edges of the roof
in ostrate blades
and mangled vents bursting
chest of
on the edges of roads
seeking death
but our muse there
high
so far
it will not reach anyone
slowly leaf
circles
yellow-red eddies
our little world
our lira
He spilled blood on the asphalt drops
liters
this central Lit.
as a pragmatic reality
abstract thinking
the sky was covered and struck
turning a blind eye
drops down
flowing down from the rooftops
penetrates us with you
to the bone to the bottom
the soul
tushilo flame love
but you have it lit
given the benefit of the sky
me you
you saved me
when you slept
I kissed her eyes
yours
they bottomless as the ocean
I pyromaniac your flame
you inside somewhere pokapatsya
so much so pokapatsya
there remained
my tender
small
like a summer rain
warm in the chill
but in the heat cooler
as the water of life
in the dead sea salt
I love you
even when I was conceals
my depression
when the whole world at gunpoint cynic
you're in the shower with me
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