Текст песни Женщина с Бородой - Ремиссия

I lived yesterday yesterday
While I was looking for last year's snow
When I read a last age
between the lines

slightly pour between rows of milk
and between the rods can be seen so far
But it remains to do not care deep
In the ceiling
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yesterday was partially blind
And last year's snow is a bit
And I had time for a last time
release

I am let go and run to the ceiling
scraps words and interjections sand
throw the fishing rod
revenge

CHORUS
Unclear trees whisper and witch rings
fragments of the past fear losing for themselves
Double bottom of the day and I sit at the edge of the well
Where in the splash of water the reflection of fire
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Today I went over the day
and snow fell - a signal for bird flocks
and new century your technogenic paradise
Sales

Art in the masses - only art sales
and I kill myself lifetime experience
I am alone here, and this is my entourage
Last day
Last snow
last century