Текст песни Кира Винтер - Ирэн Допинг. Не открою.

what kind of dreams are
what is the demo version of one big coma
another
it was easier to score
but I is infinite,
you know, this inverted eight
I thought, when autumn comes,
no more questions
Showers and millions of test shots
tear-stained forehead to the ground
prostrochat
what we remember at night.
promises

I was impoverished in the memories
all distributed lifeless logs
I became
stronger than other
more durable than last month
and you without asking
on painful places
and so in the evening you think
writing writing writing until your hands fall off
or hang himself.

Get out of the eye all the cords
wire
All these hints
portage
and out
from the window of the wind itself
today exactly with greetings.

and the evening quiet moans, frozen
buries on gates cats
a little sad, and really not a bit
something under the skin
is it possible?
it does not matter.
never mind.
true.

and if at least one day after
we lived happily ever after
then believe me, it would have
as a coloring for children
instead of tragicomedy as we usually
you go for matches and bread
and I go to the bathroom

We call anonymous as any corpse
invent room
plot
and as always, I will be minor
and you starring role
smile, do not recognize myself
and you come, stand at the door,
try on target
because the shops are closed
Well, what else asshole
popretsya for matches and bread
half past two in the night

TV screaming prophesied rainfall at the end of the week
where we were flying, and especially me
on any such aircraft
and where our towers - twins
where our fucking ends in what they water
intercity
everyone is asleep

and I'm sitting here and you're out the door
I do not trust you one iota
gag reflex from all your painted words
Yes, I special
perfect like you do not belong here,
do not place the main characters

and even I feel bad
and I'm a bitch will not open
I never tell anyone
and opened his eyes