Текст песни дима птицами - Сверхчеловек

Such a closer and stigled plaque
For the screak of the horizon in the bloody glow fell.
Size raven night dropped.
Falling asleep on the sofa seen in the living room
I buried her bristle in a prickly wing obedient.
But listen, in fact, the colitis of feathers are not a wing
But only shot and ... well, the slaughtered pillow.

Red mesh capilery me
The mirror looked into the eyes, the mouth was twisted and hardly,
My roof, Valya, neighbor took and moved somewhere.

Walking in the push you like Fakir,
College heels with bottles, bulls. With my mind with my enemies.
Whether we dreamed about this by reading London at night, reading Mayakovsky, Yesenin.