Текст песни sad al kamio - birds

chamber frost is now less
Long blended with a white sheet,
We just became adults.
Now we drink ink without looking back
On vanilla bookmarks in a camus chum,
We're strangers on our to-do list
For the next three thousand weeks.
Confused lighter burned
Needles together with a rope,
How can children play tag now?
How to beat each other to the overtones of a fugue
Schnittke from the radio? frequency
modestly huddled in the dream book on the word "fear",
No longer in vogue Bach
with his censure of modernity,
Someone is only moved by stories about inferno,
About the euphoria of badness, about the flowers of evil,
Baudelaire and mustache in mirrors, in chocolate dreams
In the creak of doors in the background
The murder of Christ was planned earlier.
Time means something to someone
So humanity is already at the distribution,
In addition to a dose of nightmares
You will receive two doormen for free,
Or squid, or lobster, what's the point
Criticizing numbers when in the theater
Turned off the lights, staging life is just a waste
There is simply nothing closer to the actors
Than a curtain of skin of worn, charred wires
Birds of children and children of birds of thawed ice
Tears of widows, white mouths, red trees
Ionic vision eaters.