Текст песни замкнутость 8 - бэдтрип Фауста

and maybe you can first?
turn the volume on top,
sad waltz.
I like Bob dressed
Adik on and almost bald,
pushing for romance and
suspiciousness truth.
fashionably dismissed the nurse,
even without the word "about".
horses will move under forty, hope
if you do not pull yourself together,
even just out of boredom.
I hope children will be proud of me,
if ever someone is born,
if ever someone wants
build me something
and live duet,
when I was in winter and summer,
exclusively blue.
and with the motto: "Well, fuck."
with cynicism for a couple of nice today,
I leave for a couple of breaths.
someone you want to be a chode,
some fingers in all directions,
and who is the center of the planet.
and I was just about nothing, in itself,
typing rhymes, phrases in a notebook.
and here again I subverted,
Faust about the bad trip.
and in verse
hands touch your body.
I spit, back
back to reality
where nerves of steel.
and what we have become?
I was bald on Adik, pushing for romance
and the well-known truth.
theater actress and you sadism