Текст песни В'луже - монолог

(Dvatritridva)

Write to me in a monologue
When my duty
Letting go of the hand of freedom
Write about what did not
Endless fields of infinite sowing
I scored in the carefree voices in my head
And the world is completely empty
In me and
And lurking around the corner gray
connection
I was taken with seven
Respect
A north eats air rocks
Under the sounds of young men
Obort and vices
Gide all cursed
Head died of Cave Sorry
Grocery poor immortal freaks
It will not help to find his way in the world is your only
Barren line like silence
In which TV cruel and changed understand
The expanses of prostate plain and simple truth touches a broken bone of your soul
It's just a dream
Write me in the dialogue
My friend
As an enemy of the man who died
Arrogant kritinizm
This generation's disease
And the opportunity to go on the alley in search of emptiness
Run on the field, unwanted toys that were within a dream
As the masts of ships falling into the water, as well, and I fall into the thicket of bare forest
Without a single tear
And you just write me
Just write