Текст песни 522-ой - Разговор по душам

Music: DSBM - Nostalgia

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You and what's left of me
It would seem - I have the whole picture, in fact - an abstraction ...
There are only fragments of me
Scattered throughout the apartment
who are willing to listen to you.

in your projection of his abstractionism I sneak into your world
today it is poured, like a flock of sparrows feasting information ...
Although the word is not a sparrow, are memories of past days
So much I want to say, and how often the soul cries
I understand everything that is on your mind and presses, and that boils inside you

like oil, we will blow up the fire of conversation, what would the conversation atmosphere is not extinguished
there are no omissions, only a fragment of the heart, which crumbles hand
from the blood of it is all red ... We both crumble these fragments, hand movements so awkward and
likely to scar.
Nothing, we sacrifice part of themselves when speaking from the heart ...

Trust, share intimate with me. but without
I - immersing you in the black, cold bottom
Laugh. If funny. Cry, if painful.
Do whatever you want, because the people creating arbitrary ...
In fact it is given to us to say, pour out the soul in itself does not save.
It is a time bomb.
Do not be enough, we have made a step forward and it became easier
And someone all alone, and he did not share with anyone.