Текст песни Владимир Столбов - Классицизм

forgetting the hardships of hugs,
mixed by hand cramps,
not erase the smile whore,
so loved, and fear -
only an echo of the eternal drama,
crept over the threshold,
and your sin is not cured me -
and how to trigger the open mouth
gentle kisses clicks -
with one click, but forever -
so I unconsciousness crayons
draw us without shame,
no subject, incorporeal flesh -
caresses ministry does not tolerate bondage
rag and reasonable, however,
and there exists a court judge -
and therefore leave DEBATE
lukewarm about, but love -
and a third disputed existence
will not drink a cocktail of wine -
your fault, my fault if,
I checked up and read by:
though the memory beckons names
saint can not be forgiven -
about odd and odd sounds die away,
my voice is deaf and dumb night,
that glues prose of separation
and vulgar rhymes in my cap -
weakens the memory of the lips and fingers
and, staring into the mirror of poetry,
I see a pile of dresses shot
Our dramatic outcome.