Текст песни красота красного круга - женщина в ящике

Dark margins landscape
the whole city is tightened dense fog
Beach frozen river
with the name of model cars
House of palms hide her eyes
Sun glare absurd
It may be they are destined in bonds
raw and featureless land drown
and walking on the same path
between the courts just like a child
yellow light windows broadcasts
fragments of everyday disasters
in anticipation of the war my inaction
eating the last piece of Charlotte
curls of colored metal drain past
as the juice out of the box
rodki movement is not like before
youth to shreds flew shackles
life lost only themselves
anyone except
planet soldered chips
soldering iron with a broken wire
to go to the tomb, while remaining a cause
others still have a little patience
in multi-colored shampoo bottles
in twisted tubes of tooth paste
let him impenetrable, but my
the ultimate way to bypass the station
punching fabric flora
punching his shoulder all the fences, fences
and fuck, though thicket, though the mountains
Engine eternal not fade motors

I Am Slow, word got stuck in the throat
to saw a woman in the box again
stop, rewind, shackles
with a bloody stain is black polo
who on what is ready here?
run, the last phase
the head of the defeated Polygardens
night, prison
chain chained
blindfolded

the words stuck in his throat
to saw a woman in the box again
stop, rewind, shackles
with a bloody stain is black polo
who on what is ready here?
run, the last phase
the head of the defeated Polygardens
night, prison
chain chained
blindfolded