Текст песни Orange House - Висеть в одной петле

We breathe at night. Knocking loudly
On the battery overlap beats pulse.
Clothes from the floor. Enough On the chair throw.
Throw in me, hit! It will be better this way.
No more bringing with you a day. You
Cut through the body with phrases to the end.
Chair in the chair. With bayonets we meet views.
Satisfied with silence and remains
Get out of the throat a bunch of dry nails
And to the ceiling to nail all the words for good luck.
Sharpened serious eyes on her
Pencils creaking.
Merged into a kilometer march on the room steps,
The length of your speeches is envied by the Norwegian fjord.
Breaking vertebras with cries,
A chord was torn from his lips.
Hang together in a loop
Hang together in a loop
Hang together
Hang together in a loop
Hang together in a loop
Hang
Together.

We breathe at night. Quiet. City.
We invented the season.
We invented the time of day.
No kidding, no words,
With an excess of oxygen.
Remember - hands cling. After
We looked at each other until the morning. Wildly
The alarm clock laughed for hours with a tic.
In the box at the bottom we swallowed the air.
Cool, they believed each other again.
Curled up under the blanket kind, lovely.
How many roads ahead to measure
We are their green miles.
How many pills do you need to drink,
With acute cold of our soul?
All nonsense, we will untie even steel threads,
Only if we are with you
Hang together in a loop
Hang in any loop
Hang together
Hang in any loop
Hang in one loop
With you.