Текст песни вБЕНЗИНЕестьОБЛАКА - читаю вроде тебя

Bus seats are specially made so
to a sad abstract
drag the window to the paper points
This whole you
This all on the ears, but still driven by the fear of emptiness
I see without a referral,
knits no mood to go without a ticket passive theft
and mindlessly murmuring accompaniment to seasonal ugliness
Homeless on the street in the old punk T-shirt Loves Style
He said wearily, that the world is round, small and needs to be saved
because he did not make
More Century naked
white chalk
hum of a hundred winters
as the scream from the void - you are not alone
You've got a lot of alone, saddled crude dynamite
as the wick burns down the serpentine days
but the explosion will not only lower back polohnёt
and hiding the pain will join laced people
that go from the surrounding countryside, surrounded by places
with cards on trains
in front of all the salt lick the face of the wind
Death on football - it COMET
Memory shave without a mirror, cut everything forgotten
Despite the crumpled photo of themselves and the people have beautiful doors and walls
tell me what happened to it
collects dust picking up the bed,
know that life will not get to your gig,
He knows all the words of this book titles
all the books of paper,
its plastered walls and ceilings
it plastered thoughts inside his head,
but it does not mean paper
paper does not mean a book,
the book does not mean words
deeper
deeper than your ink under the skin
That long?
Meaning you know?
Asked wearily bystander T-shirt Punk Star Loves Style
Grabbed would face if it had not got on the wrong foot
And I leave frowning
gesticulating and rough
I read like you.