Текст песни октябрь93 - ромео должен умереть

"what was it worth talking to you
if it lights up in my eyes - sing
no - fuck
I remember walking with flowers - shouting cheers to us
gave compliments, and we are sad with uranium
now print and paper eat and do not choke
asking for a wonderful world
give them those fuck mow, disgusting them
do not leave home, on the street, tea, not France
kitchen. window. vanilla. tea. abstraction.
and while the manufacturer will be competitive
the object of hatred has the ability and wakes you up
someone knew how to die for the Balkans with strangers
our brethren share balconies with greedy birds
and the decibel from them is somewhere plus 20
on the back, it's without frustration
heaven is not enough even for me alone
are you stomping yourself too, right? "
informed every corner of the reception here
pockets empty but arrogance in pockets
poetry about it, three letters of the walls about it
hand eye language - mind about it
not the point
only your words carry the main meaning
there was no heat in them for about twenty years, I merged smoothly
drown in personality
project "romeo" indie and he is visually stukh
cold neurosthenic
cold not like everyone not like we all