Текст песни б.ж.ч.т. - фрактава

You are my clockwork fractal
My expectation of sleep.
An obscure diaspora close quarter
And rhyme to the word spring.
You are the lust of hackneyed words
in the wrinkles of the prophetic lips.
You are a shift in all my topical foundations
Hanging reality sound.
You are a strange night April
in my Montenegrin hills.
Invisible birds golden trill
Collapsing at home.
Absurd mileage
forgotten in the river for weeks.
You are the drunken conscience of gnostic thefts
Melted Pastels!

Don't remember yourself
Forget your blood flesh.
Mandelbrot said: even though the whole space is splitting,
It is impossible to split a fractal!

The white rabbit fell under the rink
Yes, the barrier considers everything a demon
But with a flash I opened the flow of everyday life yesterday
And I saw there: we
judging the judge
Judgment over the supreme worm!

There is a whisper of ancient acids in the sky,
Quiet rage is in our eyes.
Divided the space into a network of radiant honeycombs,
It’s you who are getting excited again!
You covered the whole world with yourself
The universe is clothed with you
Directing your gaze to the tense ether
I observe the same native pattern!

The verdict passed through the mouth.
All expectations are met.
They don't know about it even in the cities,
But you will twist
inside out
creation!

The worm will be in our place
In the well of the hollow wall.
And we will go straight to the atlas
A fought eternal war.

But for now, you're my clockwork fractal
The thought of a dream that has not yet come.
I've been looking for you for eight lives in a row
And in the ninth I found it in the spring.