Текст песни Y.S - нехватка тебя мной почти незаметна

Press the memory as the buttons of the remote
Rose pity
Such as I build pain in the cult and enjoy her.

This is not a cold. Zima pulls from the roof,
hammer drops down.
you said "silence gold" here and shut up
day, two, four, on the fifth afraid
merge with dotted, stay page,
Camping field in a huge notebook ...
It's so sore fatal grip
sharp fingers in the fabric, under the skin.

After? Pass, fearing to say hello, the hands in the pockets are compressed, they will cook, like other people and from different planets.
lack of me almost invisible
As a deficiency of alcohol and calcium.

Washed to colic. to the cramps of the fingers.