Текст песни Паломар - iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

experience and horror, every year everything is rigorous, but you
never mind
and pass the chef
to make soup simpler

Reality appeared because of the Kulis
And without you everything knows, narrator
Hate is a homosexual
Crucified on the gate of the military registration and enlist
Life and love is an empty promise,
open wound
Search for words and poems to hide silence
Like the nudity of Adam

in the bustle of arrival
Do not discern the trick
Well, what about freedom?
Or do you fuck?

dying without coming into consciousness
these are restless dreams
from which one concern
Thirty three misfortune
Solid disorder
free will when
Nothing remains at all
only crimson ringing
Yes Tropical House.

waited for outcome
and collapsed childhood era
Well, what about, freedom?
Or do you fuck?