Текст песни вы соглашаетесь - на самом деле

in fact, the word play people
semi- hunched in a chair without a back
Map swallows days
I remember everything so hard , so I would like to forget

explode from place pigeons
fed
the city does not expect and does not remember them

metastases night
pochcherk streets
Old bus
wants to drown in them

staircase dried up, exhausted
to most of my doors
washed down with a table lamp
paper eats at night people

You've forgotten me , remember?
lapels pinned to the wall
trying to remember the name
but , at the walls , nothing to get in return

Please listen!
We brought a case in the lowered river
in seasonal anger
I remember ripe ,
barely perceptible odor,
your body,
its surface, spend someone else's hands
rotting in interactive terminals there is no word ate light
in me , throwing stones zeal in

I hide in a blanket rough hands
know I exist !
Ideally, you should be thinking about me
When it comes to the hatches

ripped your curtain secrets revealed
three words - I was shaking you

pillow in the morning , keep the floor in the room
stuffy, dry mouth, bad
tin soldiers found a broken
street noise .

Snow has turned our large flakes
are locked inside , the windows
IRS there , footprints, tracks, walk on them
feeling like a blind
drowning in matte tea dust
yeah !
what we were
false memories
rolled up to the throat
and I am so easy to forget
all that I would like to remember.