Текст песни konokto и замкнутость 8 - у каждого свой космос

past-due pressure on my tonsils breakfast
things do not make us in tune closed
We closed the world and everyone wants to focus
pour wine and conversations around wine
every space inside and I have a cork
traffic lights and roads and people - samplers
they say that all try and understand
but only caught the meaning of the picture is not filled
scattered on the floor number and the error did not notice
all spots hidden hinges and crumpled shirt in the closet
yet did not understand and who's who raved
but he had his head dipped into the creek considerably
in a speech that clearly did not carry the meaning of the oath and
slander freedom poison splashed anew again
only sounds that came out of the box before
in the form of my night and dashes that would have sent

again because risked bury
yes sobbed gift is not given but you is not where I flew
methane until the clouds just in everyday life
frame explode with up to two times

eyes hurt and it is clear crumpled red veins
suck candy mint and then all spots spots spots
just spots spots spots
we 're crazy crazy hiding
but vryatli stop our home wet
wake up in the room , interspersed with smelling salts and the city
Go proud somewhere so they fit
our years
Stripe raft as the photos in the album near the wardrobe
in a box , I missed a couple of scarves
yes there 's ears quiver in my space Shatal
count how many chances and balls in miserable
children's hands and no one to say
Only bursts instead of a chair only if
we all cut the fishing line
just after the stop on the planet smallpox

pros - cons. Use - waste .
space and no more vaakuma .
what's more , fate ?
veil or wool, or true fanatics .
drink for the health , well if so , okay
pishim further chapters - monitor, Claudia
Smile - pain. truth or error.
entire universe fit into your eyes
my snowflakes, any space better
for me anyway .
it's time to find out exactly where the comma ,
and where the point .
speakers louder to wheeze to cries
were heard , listen, shit .
peacefulness grows into anger .
I fully captured, therefore doomed .
banner of " abstracts " Now , even in thought .
Milky Way clearly superfluous.
instead swing car.
zaebali cough, sore heart .
burned alive , that really there while pulling.
at a crossroads or choose the path plenut ,
plunge into it without force within.
renunciation banging on the walls .
and no one will know what's inside,
first of all , you.
the rest to me pussy ,
To be honest pridelno .
bullshit version teeters on the verge of collapse ,
on the blade. let's also climbed .
fucked with our songs.
but do not write about that infinity 8th :
" where are all the same my house? "
What about me? crazy or just gon ?
Come answer in reflection, the sad clown !