Текст песни Е.Никонов - Запах пластмассовых конфет

The gums rubbing a new day
The sky was lost in the puddles
On the edge of the empty weeks
Nails were hammered in his ears
Hinges walk in the ceiling
Keeping a smell neck
Everything fit in one sip
On the edge of the week

Strange rhyme but they used up almost the whole house
Life on that tightly stretched room as a condom

The smell of plastic candy
One can not help to close up the nostrils
When I had come to naught
Words braided
Fractures measured every day
And needles diving again
On the edge of the empty weeks
Corral the mind into a coma

Strange rhyme but they used up almost the whole house
Life on that tightly stretched room as a condom