Текст песни yniks - мозаика

A, I break the body, decompose
on verses to anyone who is not famous poets,
here revelations in which no one believes
Open doors, closed eyelids.
Children die and become us,
Search oxygen among gas chambers,
look for a familiar look among hidden eyes
Find and detach it, but after the Waltz.
I saw the contrast of flowers at the end of the tunnel,
An equilibrist fell on the trampoline, the porter closed.
The presence of the pulse of their dreams turned into utopia.
reborn in the womb of evil.
no way back, I'm smoking the fragments,
Of these, it is hardly possible to collect something
The boundaries do not converge. Seeing pictures without flaw,
In me, I found my soup knife.

wet fingers, from tears,
Someone breaks the dream and the dead child will wake up
and crash at the call of good rebels of the sun
Mosaic will open, he will no longer fall asleep.