Текст песни мори - счетчик наматывает дни

cards scattered
urban neighborhoods.

in my room, the door bursting
rat, escaped from drowning
boards.

curtains. wallpaper. carpet. a blanket.

envelop the body,
that for the sake of light
I am ready to go not to exploit,
no,
but murder.

alternated with days of night
reflection - shadow
cry - laugh

the wall becomes softer,
head splitting migraine,
trees filled summer.

Only I have not before,
I have not care much,
that before so it hurts.

curtains. wallpaper. carpet. a blanket.

envelop the body,
what went on killing,
justified by the judges.

judgment is not enforceable,
and I for a day and a year of getting old,
but you do something that,
people,

something you know about it?

just the sky is blue,
night - light,
and sleep - strong.

counter reels days
and pay - nothing.