Текст песни замкнутость 8 - жду во сне

put on your dress
I'll even wear jeans.
in appearance, don't fucking understand who.
intellectual, rather even.
walking along the autumn beach,
I'll whisper in your ear that ..
fuck but no
everything is running, friend, I wake up.
do not let go of your fingers.
the alarm clock is screaming, I'll be back
in the evening, of course.
because there is still something to talk about.
where the essence of "what" is generally not important.
everything looks fine
in fact, there is an empty well on the body.
that's right in the middle.
on the center of the chest.
as in moronic pictures.
I understood what they mean.
that drunk, that sober thoughts alone.
and how it piled on
liters of chemistry is no longer wild.
wait for me. wait for me, wait!
and I'm in such a hurry,
as opposed to the noise of the city.
who drives me away anyway
and expectation mania.
yes, I understand that I am not at all in health.
and I'm writing this because I'm drunk,
and drank to write.
pour out !!! no need to get angry now.
are weighted decisions? in a fury!!!
without screaming and without hysterics.
I'm waiting in a dream, falling asleep under the telly.
say if you have something to say on the topic.
but I'm in the rhythm of speed
I'll see you only on Monday.
Well, now where are you?
at this second I do not care!
and how I rolled again,
axiom and acid.
memory rollback for years.
or rather from and to.
and all in one background.
I'm stereo rut once again
I'll prove it to myself.
Well, what's the use of the abuse?
everything, wait, dear, I almost sleep