Текст песни Песочные Люди - Просто

***Just***

Heat:

The silver in the glow.
If only you knew how much we melted
The flame bands.
Fuse and braid you.
Couples in rags.
Skid chaos in the brain, fuel oil - to the masses,
Tear into pieces, throw me into the mouth scribbled black.
The evil whim.
On the knives impaled alive.
Wow.
Nonsense! Let go, let him run on.
Brew porridge to feed our ears.
Pour eye solution naphtha.
Lubricate the valve stem. The head of the bullet.
Caramba!
Brew stuck.
Nawal fawn.
For a small pocket on the pitch.
He knew. Zalomali fingers.
Fell off the shells.
Now, hide and seek. A rushing it?
Check it out Mr. Eastside.
The slurry itself grown tobacco.
Basta. Selassie to laugh.
Devastated buckets mad.
Mixed with heshom and left the target.

Crazy:

Not to breathe, if the gills with soot.
As the knife edges vsazhu Intermedia.
gas ring stove devouring oxygen.
Comfortable immediately embedding a ford.
Lopa half shell.
Slugger on the floor pulse fingers.
For sinus valerian drops.
Ryannye chop konopolyannye.
Better really good than bad at all.
And more to raise the score, blunt nails, raising turbidity.
Lips in the foam. (???) Good morning.
Crows cawed. And our geese from under the arches in gifts.
Hot squabble over bullet bullet that are between words.
Whip past, the gingerbread is not cheerful. In the narrow circle of scorched trash.
Do not cut the tails, burn fires. And we're just allowed to cool.