Текст песни Александра Матвеева - Земляника

Ribbons of light from headlights to me tight
I will spite your brush, and life in the MGL
Climbs monotonous sound
Located in the ceiling.
While the shadow, clogging into the angle,
Hides wings and waits for dawn,
Expire hours minutes -
Watercolor on the wall.
Voices from the socket whisper,
But I do not disassemble their words.
Recreate the muse the face - inevitably
Will be the worst of the catastrophe.
And now the eyes-lakes
Covered with a crust of ice ...
You look at this dark sky,
Purify the photo cards.

Under the legs of strawberries and nails,
The luminous thread of incandescent in me is warm in autumn,
And the roads are looped among the gloomy buildings,
Favna labyrinths from new buildings to ruins.

And let the angels hail the sky,
Those in despair to the sinful land will fit.
Let the universe created a shoot plan
For each of them, but will be held in captivity.
What awaits us here - for this moon of two?
Where is the course to ask a spacecraft?
Sing at least you are now, my golden bird,
I'm throwing a golden loop on your neck.

(Tribute Great:
Of course, all the tracks of "waste paper" and "night loaders" are recommended for listening, whose beautiful works served soil to determine the aforementioned text. Yes. Plagiat is obvious.)