Текст песни Операция пластелин - Жизнь из фотографий

nothing to say
 nobody listen
 simply sniffing cocaine
 with Christmas toys
 moths sitting in the closet
 the sun goes in the wind
 if we smoke spring
 the rooms are always a

 Auburn there behind
 Your kids delirium
 and the door of the well
 scratchy light

 man on a mattress
 and someone shouts
 in my head
 outside the window
 grey colour
 I want
 so I need ..

 fine thread
 empty days
 white attics
 tales
 verses
 smoke
 poison
 life from photos
 sew

 Only ashes knows
 What does it mean to burn down,
 But I also say,
 Myopically looking forward:
 Not all blown by the wind,
 Not all of the broom, widely taking,
 According to the court will select.
 We will stay curled butt!
 Spitting in the shade under the bench,
 Where to get the angle
 Ray will not,
 And follow in an embrace with the mud,
 Assuming days into humus in the precipitate,
 The cultural layer!

 Mess scoop archaeologist razinet fall vomit,
 But the thunder of his opening to the world,
 As buried in the ground passion
 As the reverse version of the pyramids.
 -Padal! - Exhale it, clutching his stomach,
 But it would be farther away from us than the land of the birds,
 Because carrion - freedom from the cell!
 Freedom from the whole! Apotheosis of particles!