Текст песни Shellmit Zarkon - Мыло

[Part1]
Dreams grew into a bloody mess,
I ran through the cemetery at 9am.
Stumbling on the plate I was having fun ...
This is boring, wildly funny game ...
Having slipped on someone else's saliva,
I drove all three left turn.
These seams are only multiplying in slow dreams
And nedopovzroslevshee rotting body.
I tore a piece of memory on your flesh
And when they do not fit the other
Screaming, laughing, hands clutched
All! Alles!
I'm tired of vomit on your sleeve
This is the end
This lead does not fit me, I do not like you, or even crazy.
This strange death
I'm trying to keep my dull and fake laughter
I try to scream, but again every day I do not understand: "Why?".
Soap
On the teeth
Touching past
All the same walls
To die so - it's cute
[Part2]
The dirt on the hands and face,
All that is necessary - save!
Only where it is "necessary"?
This is the same dirt.
Will the new time -
Call it old
And foam again.
Even for us.
I ran for submarines
Through the periscope,
Aircraft wings
Past news ...
It's bribery -
Collusion with dust
It was only a whisper
Burning branches.
[Outro]
Gold Symphony pouring out of his ears
In a closed room, I'm tired already.
Webbed fingers cut album pages.
Good to see you, ever! "This" - your new home!