Текст песни БезИмени - Искусство Умирает

Art of dying

I'm for personal scenes
My gremerka
My space
Are you for personal bigotry
Your secret
My posters
I'm for personal ebanutstvom
A smile here is powerless
Art dies
In your pictures just me
Paints from you
And do not feel sorry at all
Do you want my autograph
I know you want to
Do you really want
You want me to you ebnul
I know you want to
I know you want to

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You keep inside
You save yourself
Do you have a dream to you I ebnul
You overhear time
You overhear themselves
Do you have a dream that I killed you

My extinct color
Free oxygen
And it is not free nicotine
Your dreams extinct
Free heroin
And it is not a free suicide
You do not admit change
Get rid himself
Time so mercilessly ebashit
It is only on the lips
Gnawed and gnawed die and die
From the lack of movement by
Do you want my autograph
I know you want to
Do you really want
You want me to you ebnul
You know you want to
I know you want to

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