Текст песни Розовые очки от Ferre - Раковина

Open me up sharply like a white shell
In a curved and cramped bathroom
With the pulp of steam in the corridor exhale drop by drop
And breathe in as if filling your soul

Risky clipping process
Two views facing meat
Under coffee with cookies ... in a sleeve hiding
Current meter ... waiting for the glow
Filament in the candle

Everything obvious will remain a medical secret.
All smiles will be deplorable.
Why trample my heart muscle
Here is the maximum floor of inference.
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The process of cutting off the dream from the body
Bored sticks along the line of your hair
Make me something big ... cool
But I'll be a demon this time.
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Believable because truth
Although you will not believe because you live reluctantly
We all die shitty but not bloody
We all die, but not out of laughter

In patterns to the throat
This is the original pattern
Hardcore pattern is submissive
And how cheap dared, but exchanged

The body did not have time to group
I felt sad, not from pain, to my body
The talent to use the soul is lost
And the body was originally a stupid idea.