Текст песни Ф - р. - Бермудский треугольник

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from the door lock to the kitchen - a distance of hundreds of miles .
jumped at my wreckage , I am the second , well, you - the first.

I talk with a hot pain as rotten split open joint.
Know from Peter to more than a hundred kilometers of Primorye .

and trashed your personal space, all in the ruins of old comets .
I visit the victim 's Hospice , the world loses its former color.

the world is losing the old days , in trouble disappearances Bermuda .
Only ashes smoldering invisibly , so just lie on the radio.