Текст песни Тёплый - Моё пространство

Vaakum consciousness steals last sip
From the awareness that the world has long been dead
I spent about curls south serotonin
To see the world what you have seen him
I'm on the run erases the last crosses
I ran for my mother's troubles prevent tears
But they need in the digital world
Moisten kanyuktivu to the eye can see
Ostanavlyus Well Che you want to trash
All this sadness I spit on her art
Your poetry will not forgive me
After all, I vyharkivayu her blood on the sheets
I remember well the wings rose early
We will change but what they were then chopped off
Lying bastards here arithmetic floss
Other people's views betray in my space
I appreciate the recent joy
Growing up in nischite knows the value of wealth
I take out the battery time has stopped
All in their shortcomings, I am perfect.