Текст песни Свидетельство О Смерти - Краски

I paint the sky blue,
In the sky of the bird, in the sky flies.
They are circling over us
Old women touch us.

We like glare on asphalt,
We are shuffled with hands
We are no longer smashing
We will be with you forever.

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I am red
Our wounds on bodies,
Let it be seen in the picture
That we are already dead.
And outside the window is the same day
Sparkling in the rays
Apartments shelted
On the fifth floor.

I paint the ground in black
Where the worms and graves are where the worms and graves.
Each cross here is a label,
Each hilmik color strength.

Under the wreckage of theater
Our faces are like masks.
On the shabby palette
We are paint-brazed.

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I paint the face white,
Chaste as savannah,
Color of purity and faith,
And hopes here in bulk.

There will be paints, there will be sound,
There will be a lot, will be together
But do not touch your hands,
These are thoughts, these are songs.

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