Текст песни И.Т. - Не будет увечий

maybe it's time to empty the Recycle Bin, the files little true
it makes no sense to pull the rubber nose blowing in the wind
what I thought, which eventually sent in envelopes
and more forward in the direction of a single meter of pain
and I am satisfied, now my picture stone wiped out of the way
and many roads, but where to go for me?
are better, finally paint puddles
I do not need more from your bed and dinner
and it was that, moaning in anticipation of the meeting?
wine and candles? or just walking, evening?
No, I have not heard even the acceptance speech
leave a message said to the answering machine
and there is no injury, while holding each other
we sea of ​​outstretched arms, as if time does not heal
again I think aloud, rushed
tachycardia knock would count me forever
and there is no injury, can endlessly
follow the path that is planned
front light only locked up,
if my positive, he has not yet seen
trace of sole hope will last
Dirty Linen and all the knives in scabbards
talk about the good, though
plow the sand
and trying to remove the anchor between the plains
These waters of frozen sick
I am sick of all the vulgarity
beauty and warmth that I feel the skin
but in whose sight
do you see the burning hearth and the ax?
and who promise you will forever
and what eventually forgive and farewell
and goes at night and my story so often burn in the furnaces, and without seeing the light
not warmed in the sun rays
I left do not be sad