Текст песни d.handy - безмолвны

this
last summer,
reserves memory impulsive wave of dullness and lack of banal world.
silent,
your lips are attached to the index
all this will bring to the patient's back, it's so childish, revealing
disgrace yourself further behind the masks of the poor and little,
to the frozen limbs of showers and reflection.
are wrapped and rolled rollers and shattered excuses patient
in the trash.
and bandages, bound us, now dried up
on the sarcophagus resembling mummies
we suffered in tact.
and groaning breathlessly on all fours, we will no longer publish, not to hear
I went
I managed to find
big niche.
07/08/14