Текст песни pooltworo - по-осеннему

Catch in the autumn, taking yourself out of the hinges
Don't need attention, hear
Sharp movements, emotions of fountains
Bitter tears, that smoke is not sweet
The music is fucked up, I ice my ass on the bench
Serious onlooker, I care about the lamp
Tore not ropes, ropes
Letting go, but there would be something to break away from

get off the ground
we are trampled like fallen leaves
hello dirt, but we were in the dirt
washed, wiped his face, and seemed to be clean,

but no, this is just a fiction
consciousness that at seven in the morning
I would call dead
worn jacket
and my song, which was already not recorded to the holes, rubbed

I wanted to hum a verse
This is for me or my cat
In her eyes I will read sil woo ple
Strongly hits with its tail, also hates autumn

Meet me on the doorstep
With wet feet I will step onto the parquet
Turn the world around, honey
And see the marks on the ceiling
I take it under lock and key, because it's sad
This load and a light bulb that is already dim
Shines among the rest of the lanterns
Let me go to your infirmary
Into the arms closer to winter