Текст песни Гарик Сукачев - Хочет хоть кто-то

In whirlpools, Brody, in the shine, in a thunderstorm,
The loop from the sun, at a gallop, to black.
The scores stunted faith and vomiting,
In cigarette smoke, as if a candle.

Wants least someone hide my blanket
Or at night, Or forever.
Maybe even someone to humble me with the sky?
Maybe not, maybe yes.

Duma as trills. Duma-quilts
And tambourines fate as the vestibule.
And parallel lumps of clay
A blind mare to light the fire.

But at least someone wants something to hide my blanket
Or at night, Or forever.
Maybe even someone compare me with the sky?
Maybe not, maybe yes.

Glorious demons grubby gods
Tears of-thorns with blood from his face.
Again, wheels of the road again,
Only the moon, as the highway, without end.

Wants least someone hide my blanket
Or at night, Or forever.
Maybe even someone to humble me with the sky?
Maybe not, maybe yes.
Maybe even someone compare me with the sky?
Maybe not, maybe yes.