Текст песни аллергия на пыль - изнанка

Life / Heat

the last sunset
Wait at the river
fall
Temporary flesh
The last piece of soul
In this way from the edge along the edge to the edge
I am doing exhalation
You are not offended by my sighs I inspire heavy
run what is the forces
Do not do anything
Clean / dry
it's your business
And probably only a gun
I trust my dear things
And how do I do not know

it's your business

Angel stories
Removed my flesh
I live for love
I want to spit air

The case is mine

foam spit in crossbone lips
No oxygen
Tone
Stars showered