Текст песни Больно далеко - Предметы

There are no objects invisible wings, there is no invisible nerves
Things only our burden, only the roof,
What you do not know more beautiful, does not herald
Nothing is worse even than the very bad.

As in the bus - the final before the final,
Sitting quietly and looking away from the clear old
World objects fall in love, I believe it is much easier,
Our dinners looked like Sartre's play.

Immobility comfortable double, I'll try
Get in the corner chair to become a reliable, normal stool,
Do not answer any & quot; yes & quot ;, or & quot; no & quot ;, then analyzing
In korobchёnke with a clear conscience I arrive.

Forgive me, I hung up the hands and nose, and soul,
And your love was the subject of such a nice,
Do not grab the throat, do not I cut and did not contradict,
Before winter I fluffy fur coat in front sagging.

There are no objects invisible wings ...