Текст песни pyrokinesis - Н.

grapevines creeping around balconies
the moon is like a photon, and the eyes of traffic lights.
shapeless on the canvas
gently brush portals to other worlds
where we believed together
as if out of time and frame
somewhere from a different tribe.
Nastya draws stories
but love alone will not build in any way.

it’s another river and you don’t enter it twice,
the picture is again smeared.
the heart does not listen to the mind, and writes
beautiful phrases.
Nastya draws happiness with her palms.
Nastya paints worlds overnight.
Nastya
and we are right on the tile
once again anathematize the whole planet.

and we are right on the tile
and we are right on the tile
and we are right on the tile
anathematize the whole planet again