Текст песни В'луже - рассказы

My stories are more afraid
And after the fugitive lines of porridge
Unclear day cough
And like the sky the sun comes out
Sometimes
I can still see the outline of the day and the sunset
After stories tears
And after the point of blood again
In the heart on the hands
Sand squeezes tiny
Inside the third cross
which destroyed
All that we have
All that is experienced together
And we again eats the wind
And songs with flute
Where laughter
Where are the children
Who were recently
And again in my head lies
Other shit on the screen
And again in my head the night
And you relaxed on the couch
My stories were always very tragic
In the sky there is no sun clouds
And Vodka Capital
Dogs running on a field near the house
At the table is cola
And like someone is sitting next
And my schizophrenia should be treated with poison
To have better stories
To make it interesting to listen to me
And do not kill a soul
After liters go for a new
And cry on bolkone
And the death of a half-naked in the bath
Rain will hide the outline in the fog
And once again come true stories

(. Muses 2D Tempo prod -. Stories)