Текст песни Алексей Пыльная Радуга Румянцев - Цветная

memory creeps in crushed hopes
a rotten edge strewn with a glitter of poverty
children in pink faux clothes
so similar to tombstones

Grimace day grimace long illness
I laugh in his face blowing smoke
I’ve been to places like this, believe my friend
gray will seem to me color

blows damp from the solar plexus
and swim to the larynx in winter hungry for spam
only in time smeared shadows
sticking his eyes along the branches and corners
only in time smeared shadows
sticking his eyes along the branches and corners
sticking his eyes along the branches and corners