Текст песни Сигнал - Яблоки вниз

APPLES DOWN (September 2015)

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Under the feet the earth moans softly.
You can look back. You can’t go back.
Something creeps into the sunset a gray day.
Swans lay on the wing.
Thirty-five circles of a sewn soul.
King of the manners, antics of a prude.
Cold, but wounded by hunger
Bullfinches lay on the wing.

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The stars on the chest are blown by blizzards.
Only a little silence - apples down.
Biography is just traces. At the corners of the mouse there.
Somewhere crosses, and somewhere new life.
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On the fingers of the ring. In the heart of a spur and a solid minor. Slouching words.
The dawn will burn. The stars will tire. My dreams are sleeping. Shakes his head.
Crooked, you can’t save your face in any way.
Eyes of fate, signs, signs, predictions, dreams ...
What a mess!

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The stars spoke: Save, don't quit
That you hardly collected.
The winds answered: Forget, let go.
Where he found, there he lost.

And I still dream about the same faces.
How to get drunk? Apologize to them?
Everyone in the sky has two wings.
How do I fly with one?

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