Текст песни мель - давнiй сонг , в стиле пьяной оранжыреи ...

outside the fog
poems on the table
between trace
from your hand
at the door like a beast
Tucked night
you sharpen a knife
retiring away ...
who measured the day
who heard the rain
who stayed here
there is born again
shelled cross
by our bodies
I will wear the finger
you sip chalk
otpoet candle
The weather is not imaginary
Glass Lead
the soul any DIG ...
Take away the color
in brown
flowers hide coffin
me and him
that no syllable water
that no knock is not you
I'm from the dark dishes
choose dreams
drop it at least a step
we are not able to return
neither of us svedshy forest
no gray night
you look from the moon
a forgotten hill
where we have highlighted
voiceless chorus
Only dumb laughter
Only wilderness hearing
Only white color
and odd two
Only with sound mind
Only near the shadow
Only it's not suddenly
where are you now

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