Текст песни sad al kamio - Butterflies inside

Touching the stars
Cuz
Inside of us
Were
Butterflies

As a child torturing a kitten and land
is none other than the eyes and two pins between us.
a heat-conducting glass with wet hair
we observe the world, reminiscent of origami.
all love God, and we love the quality of the surface
a certain sound, we are exposed to cracks,
We damaged the promised social catastrophe,
promises to broadcast personal Calvary.
We cut off the tails of the fairies. We have become higher.
we have been reading Nietzsche, now we are writing.
we destroyed each other under the crunch of glasses,
tracing paper torn idols cranes
and midgets. We are not people. we are their shadows.
Contest time, always beating in hysterics.
in the name of America, and fat people, Zulu
I personally smear this fly on the glass.

Touching the stars
Cuz
Inside of us
Were
Butterflies

Frozen jelly on sweaty glass
From eternity past to eternity & quot; outwardly & quot;
Falling piano rammed range
Each exhalation on the unit chart
Kapali. We. Now I. Livni
Lapa dreams. Where? In the inactive
Rose window strangers, strange emotion,
Sleep obnoxious piece of jerky
freedom to remain silent. freedom to be heaven.
freedom to be confident in my spare delirium.
The creaking of the keys on the glass and blinking
Reported reality magnesium.
According nails ...
Freedom to be certain.
On wires ...
Freedom to be a track.
According nails ...
Freedom to be certain.
On wires ...
Chaos. Decoy.

Touching the stars
Cuz
Inside of us
Were
Butterflies