Текст песни Мертвые Художники - Поднебесная

Podmorsil
Elka does not ring
Maybe threw?
Or maybe I'm hiding into music
Huge lunas
I give too much
Ungrateful songs
Love loans
I am breathing with miserable labels, rumors
Not noticing that everyone collapsed at home
I read the city from above
Star dust
Capricious notes
Borrowing somewhere on a deaf height
Between the first and hundredths.

Pressure Western cuts
Greet nerves
Contract hangit
Half of ms.
Half..
Tattoo Nesu Hischu
Only that here
And not again the institute
Running minutes
Two hours at night
Trembling sharpening
She want
Hearing my voice
Outside the zone of the handset
At least in the half of the smile
Half a joke
And every night until the morning
Consider wires
What lead to me
Through the heart on the wall
And I am a sick of winter air
Longing multitude
I can not replace the world
And he can not.