Текст песни coma dance - почтамт

you eighteen and me only a few grams to finish the war
dissolved the shadow in the doorway
By dew, I did not have time to cool down to the end I shout
Take me
From these sterile chambers.

Outcomes in the kitchen battles for the right to wake up in the morning
To through the thickness of concrete slabs People heard laughter will have to tear the throat
Charter hanging without a movement We will fill in a springing spring blooming
Necrologists continue to face our names

Look even snowosed
in your hair burnt sugar
knocking in a stamped heart
Torn mourning ribbon