Текст песни Илья Гудок - Луна монетой закатилась

Luna rolled coins in the pockets of Station Square,
Lantern light spat into the night, gloss smeared pavements.
It's time to dissolve, I knew exactly where to go.
From the mouth of darkness, the eyes of a snake two yellow checkered taxi.
                                         
It rains and distasteful view from the porch in the three knife.
Here is how they die, that to feel alive.
Here spoons melt dawn Monday and lighters
cut the throat of shame dreams, which no longer exists.

By morning, the fog would delay veins restless Avenue
and traffic light lens, capturing the tragedy of the moment,
I waved goodbye Zsolt *, clock change the distance,
where permanent fatigue similar to the process of decay.

White noise on the pavement of black rubber streaked arrhythmia road markings.
Violet-black abyss of the sky in the fields of someone's life will leave a note.
When in autumn, faint scratch the glass in the death throes of the branches,
I do not regret that when it is gone.
As the reality of the earth, I will deliver the kilometers
10.04.2014 Mr.
*-cm. Block A.