Текст песни и быть может - конверты

And perhaps:
in the snow kingdom where warm
the hope is worse than still firewood

and throw in the fireplace, and, lack of hypochretina
Lee makes me sleep by day
Or what we are all the spleen with ducks
landslides of quarters and alleys
Jump me, I'm left in search
12 chairs, I'm a slave in search of freedom
I'm a closure bear in search of berm
Correspondence, logs, kingdom disinfectured gods
Our stories are dried as on the asphalt spray
Remember me right, fiercely going to risk
Anderdog is forever in the shadow of their own words
broken syllable on confused neurons
your disappearance is the last thing that plays the role
In infinity of the written lines send the last
Banderol

Note Pencil:
would go to gig Kadysheva
at the cemetery
But I'm consumed, because I'm not yet in the lists