Текст песни Gillia - Месторождение

How a car accident changes the body
So love changes everything beyond recognition
We will cover the perimeter of ergonomic spaces with a crust of highways
But even just wallowing on her dusty road
Seems a better fate and foundation

Rain stretched mirrors of water in asphalt pits
Slippery choreography of dolls with barriers and umbrellas
I will cover your eyes with my palms
And you walk along the sand like a beach
This season of road repair

Past people with a dark past and a securely hidden present
Past false courtesy
Sophisticated, cramped tart questions
Not at all what you would like to share
And not at all what I would like to ask

The eyes of the late are supposed to rest. The look must slip.
Barely touching the surface of objects and events
And don't linger on uprooted from bodies
Feet hands souls and trees
Unpacked and inserted into the foam ground

Just to move
As the ultrasound of bats, the main thing is not to face obstacles
On these streets, cleared, freed by the first cold, too lively
Rumpled people hastening into the unknown fate on wrecked cars

From high matters and flashing looks
To autumn leaf fall and yellowed eye squirrels
Poster Faded Phone Numbers
We evaporate, exhaust ourselves as always, without a trace for today and tomorrow.

For a hundred days, but be sure to come back.
We really need a clear truth like water without color and odor
When the milk rivers are filled with lime on the slopes of the routine valleys
The closer we are to the truth, the weight of our mistakes is more obvious inside

And this iceberg begins to float above the water and soar
Dig into blurred pupils and sting
Crumple the picture and tear to shreds to resonate
Push brick by brick from our usual view of the world

Horizon changes tilt and center of gravity
So the buildings, along with the rooted foundations, are crumbling into the atmosphere
Starting from the roofs and then floor-by-floor pieces fall off
We woke up in a room by the windows lying on the ceiling buried under the shelves of knowledge

And after a second, clutching piles clung to a branchy reinforcement
Like standing on a glass floor
You look under your feet and against the background of dirty shoes only black sky and smoke
And for the first time in life inside and in the guise of the disappeared fear of heights

Any words are evil; any discussions exist to distract
Any reasoning away and put to sleep
We think twice before doing something good.
And hang on it
Forgetting that love is a verb always love is a verb