Текст песни Парагон - С глазами мертвеца

Electric hands of Galatei squeeze the wires of sorrow -
Korotitis among the rain cloth body banner,
Warfish in the chest burns the inside wheel of the Sun -

I am a mannequin with the eyes of the dead man.

Tych shrink, Rigors Ploma-old fog cottage cheese,
Jets of clouds are selected at a touch of Morning Literacy -
BUSINE air; wandered a flock of pierce raven -
In the light of my window, it grows as cancer.

Wine spirit will penetrate the guide to the guide
On the larynx, taking the butterfly - coquetka;
Speeded offseason - Creshes a layer behind the layer of varnish
Fruit rains on the feed nails-branches.

Madness of September - ripples in the ether of days,
Flying up dirty whitewashes from the ceiling - a florie flock.
It seems to me it's time to praise over the puddle of shardonnay
And on the backs of Monday to melt.

Frau Laigeya