Текст песни coddy - что будет с нами, если завтра апрель.

Numbers open nerves torn
and part of me is already framed by the impersonal season
As the ice is warm, as the heat is corrugated, but the color is black
And the edges are shabby with concrete. Touch it
And at the windows of the forehead cold, and compresses cardiac arrest
The air somewhere inside of us covers the callousness
The doom of the ratio of dust percent to zeros
Neat vanilla stretches into the distance but not fearing yourself
Humidity .... ??? gray ..... natr ??? February
Red mustiness destroys dreams
Bursting air winter sleeps and breathes
And it smells like sand and rain, in the morning long
Summer linden in holes clay highlights
In the eyes of the blue ship bent,
This is all that unites us, just jump.
And your look is black and white, underlined
Preamps veins, external stimuli
Internal system instead of desktop themes
And with the fact that we have incompatible time
Some asphalt and some curves.
But is it enough to fix the air
Tiled tiles, cut tiles
And the blood is no longer visible. eyes soaked
And we are the planned extreme primitivism
Propelled under the warm prototype of paintings
But the proximity is crushed in quarantine at an early stage to leave
After all, the grayness of the days was designated routine
By objectivity, heat cannot be saved.
Exodus reliable, stunned in the fragility of separation
Cotton wool is chewing on boils, revealing
The most inoffensive type of impersonal type

Cover yourself with a soft cloth, breathe seconds
It is so quiet and easier to be no longer
It's as if someone else's time is needed now.
What will happen to us if tomorrow is April?