Текст песни бульдозер - петли черной ленты

Days and numbers fell
Borrowing from the leaves of the role
Instead of road salt
Corroded organisms
Once upon a time there was pure
Lived and got dirty soon
Someone will die of grief
And he will only wash the brushes

Into the loops of black tape
They strive to wrap up the corners
Like a blade of grass in needles
Like the ending, but not at the end of the game

Whispers hope in thought
What is the sea beyond the horizon
Behind the wall in a family quarrel
Someone took their life
Ray is not handwritten
The rain is not man-made
Rainbow color porn
Disney-type consciousness

Into the loops of black tape
They strive to wrap up the corners
Like a blade of grass in needles
Like the ending, but not at the end of the game