Текст песни Он Юн - Аутист

It seems that spring will come and everything will be cool again
The sun will melt the icicles in a thousand metronomes
I will count the time from them to the nearest minute
And with the accuracy of the hydrometeorological center I will predict the change of seasons

Broken in half and curved frame
Alarm wires ripped out by the roots
I'll count all the plastic to milligram precision
Let them smoke the whole sky and pollute the whole sea

etc.
Night comes to my city, in the darkness it bent down and falls
In the ground, something rots loudly, and in the air the smell was falling
And a deck of tarot cards I get a blank card
The sun closed her yellow eye until March

The wooden bones of the trees will be covered in white flesh
We live like flowers in this fucking swamp
Let's save each other to bloom in time
I'm autistic.

The shirt will stick to the body, the colorful birds will wake up
Flexible branches in parks will swell with tumor
I'll count the leaves down to one
Mosses will show me the way to you with the accuracy of a google map

I'm waiting for you, like the first breath, black dots are floating in my eyes
Like endings, unsaid sentences
I will stop my account if you want it
And I will hug you like an autist, with my face pressed against your neck