Текст песни Гетсби - Полуночный разговор со своей смертью

You're as good as Picasso,
Clean and tight as Dancing Matisse
Your firstborn of Eve by Rodin,
His virgin brighten the walls
My Soul.

You're so deep as a fresh grave,
You are so infinite, as a freight train.
Your skin is white, like a snowman,
You are so harmonious - You all went to ...

Dirty glass and sticky strings -
One without the other is like a dog without the cat.
In my mind empty with no wind.
Much worse when the wind in his coat pocket

This is my life, say - awful
Mildew in my moisture and shine all,
The world will smile, paint other at all.
I am a king. It remains only to rise from his knees.

Yes - this is my life, all without residue
There are a lot of things, but it is - empty.
Blank stares and empty meeting
Remove it all - will be more.

Evening. Your number - the numbers jump -
Black horse on the scene of the disc.
Insinuating sound - it You said "Hello."
My way ...

I put the phone on the table - life goes on,
A word - it's only words.
How to throw your life? On what material?
There is no such song, rhyme, chord.
Night cold fire burns,
Something cool down at the kitchen table.
It'S Me.