Текст песни Orange ЖмыхЪ - Вернуться

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Smothers night polyurethane telephone wire.
But ether silence resembles a wasteland after the storm.
Toots. Steps to an empty room. In the morning nap,
Zaboristye as tincture of alcohol viper venom.
He chops up the heart with a sword, like the flesh of St. Apollinaris.
The essence inside me - shiny lenses eyeglasses Beria.
Burns on the skin - a trace insolation constructivist buildings.
The broken soul - squash, full of rotten seed.
It ended while the heroes, it's time to dull eternity.
Porridge of thoughts and feelings, stop cell meiosis.
After all, death - it's just a transcription of infinity.
Whitewashed South Korean girl, a leading forecast.
Freckled girl in a red cap
From the courtyard, the well can not escape.
Sneakers soaking and shivering shivering,
To understand, to forgive and to return to childhood.
Hundred-ruble note, folded like an accordion in a pocket full of holes.
Enough for a kilo of oranges tray uncle Mahmoud.
Break of rough toes plinth on the threshold of the bathroom
Jumping barefoot and in rags in the room in the role of Judas.
Hangover driving on suspended animation smoke-filled kitchen.
For the purpose of the expropriation of the banks last gherkin.
Junk endocrine system, the brain swells.
In some places - is full of longing metastases in general - is devastated.
Whoever possessed your mind - clerics or atheists
Or stoned page, on courage cow riding a pock-marked.
Do not judge by parallel crosses perpendicular.
Do not judge the poetry on skid.
Freckled girl in a red cap
From the courtyard, the well can not escape.
Sneakers soaking and shivering shivering,
To understand, to forgive and to return to childhood.