Текст песни julyska. - а придумали его точно бесы

I sit, stare at one point, the thoughts creeps;
I caught up with a strange feeling.

I did not pester love wonderful passer,
and this thanks to him.

Guardian Angel asked about something,
but just could not hear his words.

in the eyes of the black veil
and every face with reality is broken.

I love it, the melting, the whining,
if not I'm not getting.

I can have many faces
or one that one only prays,

and then his coat on a hanger is not,
all cards Leafs vain.

and laugh servants of God:
"Ha, again puzzled by something."

and I thought, who is this - is he?
that imagines itself? and that is - I?

we are no more than white cardboard
masks for November 31,

which will be forgotten in the first.

but while there he was (and still with him, I)
Cardboard - unprocessed wood.

and someone there said,
they say, it is something we have done.

saying that a guardian angel? forest walk.
we are, we love and we are loved.

and came up with his demons. well, just demons.