Текст песни Кот Шрёдингера - Параллельные миры

Parallel Worlds
Month as a closed
Posbivat kings
Fled Formation
The last yellow leaf
What he did not believe in the Fall
First snow puts
The creaking of my door in the wind
As we Requiem
Pour yes I go
After drinking the sky
In the dark, so random
Hung low
Black sun disk
Yeah stars blacklist
And no worries or anxieties
No flight of thought
Earned anti-shock
Music hung
And only lack of money sometimes
From the loop saved
Yes, the body soul vomiting
The creaking of my door in the wind
As we Requiem
Pour yes I go
After drinking the sky
In the dark, so random
Hung low
Black sun disk
Yeah stars blacklist
But the garbage to the lantern
By and large,
And vechnozimnyaya spring
Outside the window to Europe
Again a ride & quot; bang & quot;
Amanita in beer
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