Текст песни фрустрация твоей хрущевки - чувствуя сырость

Conquering tops of the mountains
Look at the world
On a par.

Wound to wound at the bottom of the sea
Salt satisfied
I will become smart lakes

Look at yourself
And on the MiG
Surprising
Crushing smirk
In combination with glitter in very
Not like that. As if I'm not looking at the focus.
Where longing was forgotten by me.
Where poetry is the life of the source.
I screw the head about the glass
What would return my headache.
This day - perceptions change
Warehouse of the mind and music of the usual hearing
At the story of making emphasis.
Tale of the death of kila
In the hitchhock in Crimea.
This rain, tears
Mine and not mine at the same time
I play music fighting about water stones
Click me
Claw
Raven.

And sleeping pills in hand whispering in the ear
"Be, please, by me"
Be, please stand
Be, please, dead

Be.
Please.
Be.

February comes to the rescue.
Takes me to Cabac
I drank, in turn whispers
"Burning"
Well, I don't even know what
Labyrinth - it's time to take a napalm
And poet word forgetting
My mother shouts my mother
In the exclusion "Do not write"
I found myself.
But forgot.
As if in one ear flew
And another flew out.
February spent on a cry
And the word burning, rises
In the progression of sound
All louder and thunder
Until I became deaf.

I am more valuable
All wealth Emirates
View on stars
But not reach
And do not realize
Selling on the market
Nurse sold my air
This body is bottomless
But the bottom is fought
So tell me
As far as I was deprived of sleep
Of this staircase in the bottom - mental conclusions
Possibility for a second to be silent.
World size only with an atom
Inside the new world
Size
WITH
Atom

Snow falls on my hair
Sign of old age
Leaving me eaten
Inside Tornada
My image.
I was tilted
On the floor.
And I feel damp.

I AM
Feel
Dampness