Текст песни РисБо - Номер

# Risby
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"Room"

"Everything will be cool, brother, believe me," -
I say close to the head.
but after seeing the severity of his eyebrows,
feel tin reflections.

It is from "incorruptible" category.
even though delete, throw out in the trash.
not to return the captives years,
you even prove to rapidly.

8 .. 9 .. what's next?
No, you do not think about it, I have not forgotten.
Remind me the fallen leaves,
It settles in the throat, as if there is mud.

my dream spread thought-vandals
I'm sorry, sarcastic, do not sing to us.
tell me who gave you the right to
dial these numbers - eleventh.

whistles given to me an echo,
heart broke on fractals,
It falls in the heel husk from the nut,
pulse bumped into the rock of silence.

and all the same: the world to you!
let the soul cover of ash gray.
let the heart to the brain in an embrace in a coma.

apparently so programmed:
dial, then reset
removed from the Sims, but not from memory
number.