Текст песни atramentaria - ПОЛЬ МАРИ ВЕРЛЕН

I spend dusty shuttle
It's time for cleaning, it's time for the buddy, it's time to rid from antiques
Museum, exhibits, garbage from the chamber
Spanish grip on his patterned customs
I am fucked, fade
I have a hall of remembers, remember, Any?
Well, yes, all negative closed bedspread
Not to see once again
I did not stick to dig in search of artifacts
If in fact, then Anya herself is to blame
Is it possible to trust the rusty freak
Who are you, who are you? Whispered to me in the ear
I wanted to suggest to do a group sex
Not enough courage
And ripe sleep literally poured by juice
She chatted about someone
- Here is Diman, yesterday cut the veins.
- And whether hell?
- Digured, returned to the beginning
- Here are Dmitry Point "A", here's the point "B"
Anya told something about fate
Loved her? I do not know
Loved when the idea of ​​relationship was herself
Received a proposal to change the prosthesis on the heart
Friende captured, beautiful poems wrote Verlin

When I read poems out loud
Return the relationship wanted Katya
Anya once replaced Lena
And they all wore black dresses
When I read poems out loud
Return the relationship wanted Katya
Anya once replaced Lena
And they all brought cold embraces
When I read poems out loud
Return the relationship wanted Katya
Anya once replaced Lena
And they all had torn wrists

And I will not come, let everything remain like this
Everything is not necessary to keep in the attic
I will not forget how moments went on the seam
To some extent I am grateful to you