Текст песни Ирен-Кинетика - 16.03.20 - Колодец

Two lines for chord EM - AM - AM - C - G - C - G
The song was born out of foam
On a broken tile in the shower.
I could not come up better.
A whole month gradually
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The wheel rotated the globe.
I was driving my bus in the morning,
And I'm in it, sullen, skinny,
And moments sleep on the barrel
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Position, wrinkles wrinkled
And tried to squeeze the line.
I took ideas from the window
For regular blues
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And it seemed a little
And muse
And from this union.
Words are plowing oceans.
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But she has other plans
Although the hurry of a hundred rhythms.
Sonata will not appear.
And pilgrim column
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Went to the heat of sunset
Potrested rhymes
Shadows, screenshots, flavors
Those who once
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In the handrail back clinging
And hanging like a soldering
As if in a fug
I rewrote in the notebook.
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Retreats a caravan
Their shy folk
While I am splashing in the bathroom
In the mouth gaining water from the crane
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[In the memory of the Zuya Well]