Текст песни Родадендрон - рукав

closing the bag, do not forget to count
reddened fingers of his right hand,
how many times have you done this, and reverse
Muzzy lift your head up

tremble on the branches of broken lights,
and runs between rows of beige trail
but do not go on it, and our days are crawling,
diluting bile movement cognac

this is the hand turned black, pain aching back,
barred bars and shrubs snow
and over the mirror as if the moon is shining,
but not the one that shone on the table last summer

dirt paved path from bed to bed,
and lantern that on the shelf, do not want to shine.
Ariadne be with me, give me a pointer,
I need this thin red thread

February strip of fog, oddly enough,
leave no room for cheating.
Forty-eight divided by stealth,
Winter recalls accidentally fall