Текст песни Вышел покурить - НЕМНОГО ВОЛШЕБСТВА

There will come a spring, flowers are drawn from the core
My freedom, where you feel fear
In the eyes of a spark, surely I wander in the dark
New thoughts about the long-jammed threads

So little place in a vacuum. In the eyes of celandine
But we bend like flowers without having had time to grow old
Over the counter goes my hearse, turning off the lights
Butcher divide us on the dotted lines in the whole blood apron

Ash my paint sketch
Fortuna turn away the face, dirt on sneakers
Give me the memory of the desert
I am silent. At that time, when all the spam
 
In my bedroom there is no love, you can not search
Sincerity is already up to his neck in quicksand
On knowing the shame we will continue to suffer in joy
Slowly take over the gills of everyday speed

Add a bit of magic, but this is not the limit
Prepare the foundation because it will break my reserve
The jewel details. Waves in a Bottle
The eyes under the prosthesis, the original is a blueprint (2X)