Текст песни Coma - урбн

vivid dreams of urban
mother-of-pearl stockings, pretentiousness.
and again on the scoreboard mirages,
dreams of distant planes fly
departure after departure
through mouths and ditches
fall, fall, fall,
swallowed the holy grail
and tripping over verbs,
and there are five-story buildings naked,
flaky and yellowed.
in the morning from the porches,
gingerbread
grandmothers of grandchildren, granddaughters for dinner,
and those studying infection.
not until dinner, not to love with old handles.
working robots
not caring, but sound asleep
after strong kisses
shaking off dandruff from the pillows
and in orgasms asleep.
and children with children are already playing children,
toys changed smoke bombs,
Fingals, traumatism,
and is this life?
these are just vivid dreams of urban
drown would quench your thirst
better than schematically dashed
on the map playing cards shuffle.