Текст песни sad al kamio - Клей

And I drink glue
Under the lamp of your roles
And I drink glue
And I am becoming ever stronger.
Windbag, the hierarchy of the empty rooms of the former coma
Words are molded in blood clots.
Satires of cardboard wet zone
zhyulverny tokens archetypes templates.
Monotonous forms psalms background yellow yoga
Gray concrete blocks and torn gods.
Courtiers karma sewn haphazardly
But the morning sun still rose.
Tram closed mouths, lonely cats, trash heaps,
roofs and empty basements.
Complaints Dharma Lama wrapper of green scale
As a string quartet on paper bridgehead.

Envelopes with pieces of heat pipe with the water flowed,
there was only overtone.
Corduroy Day made of glass, and I was made of glass,
Break Planning: gentle and pure.
Your rolled eyes, your eyes rolled
As the 25th frame.
An empty hall, but rather my inner empty station,
Now, as an old theater.
People with faces from the comics, though Fake onyx,
Bargain unfunny TV.
Social Groups lined up elephants, but elephants exactly!
And waiting for a Schengen visa.