Текст песни замкнутость 8 - накрыло

in glass stlela sect September
Youth ago not to barter
this is nonsense word that would be pushed around
I have in this society to the elbow
so long ago that the fact that it was not important
covered with a blanket like a surf wave
I do not fit into the gray landscape
and I do not know where to attach themselves

I love you life
for I understood your mendacity
This thread on the finger
and by the pressure of all the blood-spattered
civilization will end soon
corny because of limits to growth
certainly this is important
Only laziness
more important than inner space
zadrochenny all to the word impossible
and then see a green serpent wound around the bowl
We shed a drop of the mind
reward awaits us crybaby
it is beyond decadence
the sounds of trance
echoes of songs
These film screenings Nakuru
late at night, I ran
but in the end just realize that it was necessary to stay
dumb as that,
Now that someone takes your dreams
someone you're not from planet earth

in glass stlela sect September
Youth ago not to barter
this is nonsense word that would be pushed around
I have in this society to the elbow
so long ago that the fact that it was not important
covered with a blanket like a surf wave
I do not fit into the gray landscape
and I do not know where to attach themselves

itself would not change
let's go with me
all that we love is dead
CHANGE you hate to love
as always before hitting the bottom

we have no one to save you
on the eighth day he sebal
there is nothing to frighten us for a long time
even the time on the clock

crushing the grass with bare feet
who we become
if the rains were covered with umbrellas
all men are crazy
most of it is simply hiding
for its labels
forgetting the years
We searched
meaning or just nice words
in my life to be the winter
Whatever happens in the spring

We invented that someone does not give a shit at all
we are alone
We share a room
combined Wire
and you can not hear the cries for help
in the courtyard of alcoholics
I blyuyu from the balcony of a mixture of apathy

why this country
among billions of galaxies

Today amazed
I forget what else to die young
dazzle lights machine language mark the world without drugs
--- take him to the dick do not mind

with cattle drinking at breakfast
Trapped Russian cities, so I do not want to die

run. until the spring of frozen fingers
We cling to the edges of which the earlier fires were burning. Who are you
without heat monitor
do not leave me

on line online
tides wash away all hung inventions

We leave with showers on each drop
important unimportant second
promised halos
So he tars
passing fleeting days
just for you
and so on until the end point,
It may still be easier to love
even if then later after
after his time
osyadu on the pocket trifle low baritone voices of drunks in the yard
syringes on playgrounds,
Combustible butterfly on a light bulb
Reincarnation us
still pit their foreheads
any time
but remember me as
Forgotten in the parking lots,
shaky in the wind in a field
for centuries not knowing where dreams,
and where the reality of his grief trumped
and better still illusion
since it is still all croak