Текст песни Decorator - Зажигалка

You can't warm over the lighter
The night is cold as a witch dead vagina

Says predanium - bottomless this puddle
The end is terrible and endless horror

Back under the brick on the counter, with knocked out headlights
Rushing with the breeze and never become old

Syros, rain drizzles. On the aspen of the cop hanging.
From the nostrils sticking the ring, a very strange face

That sense guys guitar fuse torment
When there are no thoughts worthy to voice them?

I waited for all my life, how to express exactly -
Than a curtain dream, it is not enough

But acceptance for the benefit of the idleness, stop sweating
It all happens to happen - it's only to get enough!