Текст песни Бритва Оккама - Нить

Damn white chalk on asphalt
Silhouettes of people who have been with you.
Maybe the most stupid holiday in March
Hint that you're different.

Pull the thread _ _ _ network in depth,
Pull the thread _ _ _ network to the side,
Pull!
Thread!

By the words of the nursery rhymes -
To drive.
To those words stubborn fortuneteller -
Someone forget.
By the words of the dusty & quot; Talmuds & quot; -
To judge.
To those words that everywhere -
I tear, like a thread.

Well-fed land not ask
The names of all those who have been with you.
Broken Earth you will not leave,
Explain that you are alive.

Dawn changing face
And again remember about me.
His cry of a bird leave
We are on the road.
And everything that I dreamed
Let there be a new thread of the day,
Tangle with sharp needles,
Angry anxiety ...