Текст песни Мой Тихий Лес - Обертон

Overtone

I came up with a birthday for myself
He came up with a place of death.
I myself got into the alienation zone,
But then free from oil.
He served his legs on suitcases,
I did not grow a beard according to the law
And he loved, and hated it
It became an epigone, puff pie.

With joke cream
And crackling nerds of nature
Test, vaguely
I reminded me of skys.
Keep an eye
How many fairy tales do she have?
The one who has never heard them once, and.

Gravitated to aesthetics of large shape,
He hated the body for carelessness.
And did not know that, having slipped out of the norm,
You will not fall immediately (!) In infinity.

I saw quickly, only forgot even faster.
Life is like a shot
As a comb on a battery.
Chief
tons
Glanch at the distant gate,
Oberton
Become in an unknown song for someone.

What is more necessary for the wounded heart?
Cut in silence. I already managed to warm you from you.

2019