Текст песни меланхолия джазового минора - Петля

we are with you templates
We tear on rags for sex
throw in the fire
props. God, how familiar

this feeling in the chest
we are plants, butterflies, pupae
letters on the wrist bloody
divorces ...

we have become homeless
On Wednesday evening, they mated with their neighbors
let them die in agony
children subway

subway cars. lines - electric locomotives
crowded with cheap travelers
electorate - people manure piles
in the dust

it is necessary to go forward
and when the last gram of nicotine will pick up the wick
we will stay together

they themselves put these words to me in my tired of
other people's mouths
they themselves plunged into their heads the flame of my fires
they themselves decided that this life, this life is a decay

and we are so close to you
that when they found us
we hung in one loop ...