Текст песни мори - важно ч.2

too many words,
to describe what
what's going on in my soul:

Today the long sleep
and tomorrow is nothing more
laugh or cry -
You will decide.
but at a pace
my lungs from cigarettes,
turn into a sieve.

the towns were only photos
from friends - VKontakte correspondence
these stages from something to something
reminds me of Dante's Inferno.
all life has become a cyclical:
from the F5 key until the Reset button
and every one of my dialogue
It ends with the word "hello"

cloud - hello.
sun - hello!
It is pouring rain all day ...

fingers from cuts chords
eyes sting from the smoke
I would now be happy
It has become the target of the shooting range

I want to breathe? - I want to.
stale air turned me into a cocoon.
for breakfast - tea, lunch - tea,
and dinner to make coffee.

Death in June seems romantic
Only if you did not die in the thirty-fourth
only if I not born in the ninety-third
when the air turned stale mebya
in a cocoon.

everyone inside - the planet
each person in the eyes - the universe
every man in the chest - a black hole
We are not people - we poles of attraction.