Текст песни BAROCAMERA - Пластмассовые цветы

PLASTIC FLOWERS

Stone Guest with a silky voice
He sees right through, feeling - all bad
In her breast fragment crashed passion

Thousands of years of doubt -
Yes or no? In these moments
Each answer it breaks into pieces

Chorus:
She pours plastic flowers
Again forgetting that each of them is perfection
She already knows how to burn the bridges behind them,
And midnight meets a mad smile of bliss

On pale lips
abyss Breathing

Doll's eyes, pictures of windows
Silk, like a snake, is spread on the floor
It will not save any tears or broken glass

Everything is a lie, a failure of the subconscious,
Indoor rain, storm in a teacup, but
Curling into a ball, she stopped doom

Chorus:
She pours plastic flowers
Again forgetting that each of them is perfection
She already knows how to burn the bridges behind them,
And midnight meets a mad smile of bliss

Bridge:
Itself divided into two parts
He argues with itself to wheeze
Under the arches of the windows black angels
Breaks down into an abyss of suffering and cries

Chorus:
She pours plastic flowers
Again forgetting that each of them is perfection
She already knows how to burn the bridges behind them,
And midnight meets a mad smile of bliss

On pale lips
abyss Breathing