Текст песни Deadушки - Коллекционер - Ядерный титбит - Никаких грязных мыслей

You are so easy, you can fly
But he would not allow, he wants to watch
Collector, he wants to watch
How is your life turns into death

You're locked up, you're under glass
Your new world - your new home
The collector can not understand
As far as you are having trouble breathing

No dirty thoughts, some pictures
To keep you forever
No harsh words, only love
Do not try to run away from this love

People and entities - he does not care
Border colors - erased long ago
The collector is not allowed to return
Only shame illuminates your path
In the fantasy flick strange paintings
The air is heavy, as formalin
When you fall asleep, get away from boredom
He will read your blogs

In the recesses of his dreams to the bottom
Where you will never see one
No regrets, he did what he could
Maybe someone else will love it