Текст песни The Hair Ball - Оно идёт

It goes through the corpses of the ocean,
And it's not timidly approaching, at first glance only alive.
It goes, carrying a fog,
Warm on ringing buildings, in the feet of the feet touching.

Through the traffic lights,
Humiliated and dusty forest
Through the pedestrian glances, whipped,
All words of terrestrial weight losing weight.

It goes, carrying with him oblivion.
Only Mat on Mate is heard as a laughter, perceived everything is more serious.
Crawling, actures pretending shadow.
Losing the names of the Great or just personal, days of summer, late.

It goes, on city canals,
The water is filled with the body of ether, where they throw not surviving kittens at night.
Phantom Member Punching Pads and Analy
It goes, everything is silent and silent and silently torment the urine bed, sleep.

It goes
It goes
It goes