Текст песни Глаза бессонницы - здравствуй

once a holy fool met his ruler.
“Where are you from, a stranger?” asked the governor. And the stranger answered him. That he was coming from the underworld.
the ruler asked:
what was he doing there?
the wanderer says:
-wanted to get fire for his pipe. asked to share fire with the inhabitants of hell.
- well, how did you get it? - asks the ruler.
-no. the chief of hell told me. that they have no fire.
-How is there no fire?
-yes like this. They each come with their own.

children's carve-up of experimental soil. We came closer to see. how knives are stuck into the ground. how the wounded soil is divided into states. and they say that they rule on it.
stuck. so where are you going to get away from everything now? all the more. that money. all the more. that cut off a larger piece.
from point A to point B two trains in love. to meet the pages of the primer. but the letters are next to each other... passengers on the platform crowd. the cars drove over you. I sawed it in half.

if it’s not at all possible. come alone.
caressing. on the walls he nailed two of them in the back.
make something extremely important out of small.
but I'm as angry as you are.
if in kindergarten we were fed obligatory porridge, now we are clearing our throat.
the earth mounts pillars in the sky. houses. cars. people soar high.
loudspeakers of God were about to scare away.
surrealism and we hung in the bathroom ... in the corners ... of the house.
the clouds in the sky will forget the holes.
will be frost artificial beard. gray such. does not look at the ground.
the atheist saw himself in the mirror and no longer believes in himself.
get hurt with a paper clip of a notebook. tearing out the sheets. cells. fields. there is a date subject of the day.
hide in a bag. Keep forty sheets from stains for everything about everything.
and next to it are hands in ink notches.
cold metal delivered to plastics.
the dialogue of letters will not become a second of caress.

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