Текст песни ЭвА - След

here planes fly every hour for two
and my dog ​​grows like grass
observes nefertiti rustle tires
and you are not in a hurry to meet me
in this house of songs sung for a hundred years
in this house of alcohol like coins
that were kept in a hippopotamus hole
and scattered leaving on the table
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here gentlemen were going to the fireplace
and then who crawled
learned from the steps of the fringe
and at home they burned themselves like we
here in the almadovr chimney conjured
here was our first winter
shadows smoothly numb in a dream
smiling leaving on the wall
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here lay corn fields
watched and not frowned earth
about the shelters of anxiety and love
about shoots yes until the first to blood
and maybe it's over here
my life from love to the ax
there is no random, flawless account
they were and left in me
your mark