Текст песни КУЛЬТ - Мусор

Rubbish dust embraced in the yard
What did you not telling me
You try to grab a piece
Gender is already kissing the ceiling

Underfoot confused cornices
Politely stashed knives surprises
When filling the void
It pours a bright ringing beauty

Beauty - is infinite, there is no limit to perfection
Light brighter tone quieter, I already have the roof
I stand at the very purpose creaking sounded swing
On the ground behind the back where you were with me

For the soul of the signs of heat
But your palms glass
The crack goes on them and how
Falling fragments on the table

The road there is under your feet
Walking distant edges
At the time, no legs, what would come to an end
On his face with a bear

Your fish turned into my soft toys
Goodbye at the front, even old girlfriend
Belted windowsill outside dancing Tuesday
Conducting broom, trash swept with you